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streetz young deuces - mad flavor lyrics

[chorus:]
i noticed you’s a hater so i’m scraming see you later cause,
{i got mad flavor, i got, i got mad flavor}
i’m sharper than a dagger, oh you still sayin swagger? nah
{i got mad flavor, i got, i got mad flavor} huh?
{i got mad flavor, i got, i got mad flavor} yes
{i got mad, i got mad, i got mad flavor} what!
{i got mad flavor, i got, i got mad flavor} yes
{i got mad, i got mad, i got mad flavor} go!

[young deuces:]
i got mad flavor, man you need to know dat
i’m fresh up out the plastic, fresh up out the pack
rock a clean white tee, my jeans sittin on my nikes
and a new blue brewer, man that sh-t be looking right
i walk up in da spot, you can meet me in da vip
shawty eyein me, she dyin to come out & give me lip
i just, i just do my thing, can’t n-body do it better
rock a big, gold chain on my cardigan sweater
my flavor go hard, a lot of n-gg-z copy
they do it like me but they make it look sloppy
you rock them skinny jeans, but that is just a no-no
you think you lookin hard but you be lookin h-m-
you can say i’m twitter, just ask around about him
cause i be setting trends that everybody follow
i rep the midwest, our style is so wavy
but if you hatin, all i got to say is…

[chorus]

[streetz:]
i be goin ham, i be, i be goin ape sh-t
the truth is an ugly m-th- f-cka do face it
the boy spit mean, so clean like ajax
shawty like my sac, she gaurantee to climax
garauntee to come back, like work in the water
i f-ck her so good she wanna meet me at the alter
look n-gg- you ought ta, find you a hobby
i got a way with words, this is lyrical robbery [whoa! ]
i’m respected highly, el capiatain
when i started making money, i stopped making friends
you got clay aiken money, your sh-t, not straight
money acrobatic, mines flip like hot cakes
see me in that hot 8, b-tch i’m on my grind
transformers lambo, optimus prime, whoa!
racks i get plenty, racks, racks, i get plenty
i got so many call it jc penny [whoa! ]

[chorus]

[young deuces:]
i got mad flavor, word to ben & jerry
hotter than june, colder den february
i cannot see with these louie v’s on
rapper please get gone, all your songs make me yawn
i was chillin in the vipper saw your girl eyein
watch me, watch me go & get her, now you their crying
cause she tuggin on my zipper, homie i ain’t lyin
we gone, we gone, we gone flip her, yeah we gonna flip her
[streetz:]
you tryin to get her, i be like forget her
she all on my twitter, asking do i miss her
i be like no, i be, i be like no
got a green light on yo favorite lady, that mean go
hold up, hold up, hater whoa, you ain, you ain’t got these
dookie rope around my neck so cold i sneeze
in these dungarees, i gets, i gets lots of cheese
but i’m a see you later, why?, cause i got mad flavor

[chorus]

- streetz young deuces lyrics

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