
damedot & g.t. - too many flavors lyrics
[intro]
(welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous)
[verse 1: damedot]
when i eat at ruth chris, it’s a hundred for my steak
when i leave, i’m in a rolls with same+day plates
i’m takin’ bae on a date (mwah) for two days straight (two days)
i’ve been ballin’ since ’08 (’08), you n+ggas is late
my safe finna overload, i run through the load
he a rat, that n+gga told (d+mn), just leave him alone
i got b+tches out in ‘troit (‘triot) that f+ck with the boy
i don’t talk, we makin’ noise, my pockets’ll show it
[verse 2: g.t.]
ayy, my neck is froze, look what i copped with the pros
i went white, i went gold, the anniversary rose
thеse n+ggas is mad, they bettеr get ’em a job
pull up four black backs, they think we part of the mob
the funny+lookin’ charms, take ’em back, boy, who you foolin’?
this daytona, not no mueller (yeah), man, that’s cruel, ferris bueller
walk out hutch, now i’m a cooler, this type of watch’ll grab a cooler
i can’t worry about what you doin’, he was tough, i heard they blew him
[chorus: damedot & g.t.]
i got two walking closets, i got a bunch of flavors
i got a bunch of paper, some for now, some for later
it’s a line full of haters, they love me to death
ap on me chandelier (ice), a kilo of meth (ice, ice, ice)
them guccis three quarters, marble floors with the flakes (hey)
if we scuffin’, n+gga, buff it, big+ass crib out of late (yeah, yeah)
for about three miles, i don’t see no neighbors (for real)
bag in up, oh, we got too many flavors
i got two walking closets, i got a bunch of flavors
i got a bunch of paper, some for now, some for later
it’s a line full of haters, they love me to death
ap on me chandelier (ice), a kilo of meth (ice, ice, ice)
them guccis three quarters, marble floors with the flakes (hey)
if we scuffin’, n+gga, buff it, big+ass crib out of late (yeah, yeah)
for about three miles, i don’t see no neighbors (for real)
bag in up, oh, we got too many flavors
[outro]
(welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous)
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