Joey Trap - FLAVORS

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[intro] Ah, ah [verse 1] Smokin' skittles, taste like watermelon Nigga, i been workin' with the white like i'm in one direction My new bitch perfection, i been flexin', get the hypertension I was servin', skippin' school, no, i ain't do detention Vvs' shinin', make her drool, she finna top a nigga Posted rockin' with my tool, i might just crop a nigga I photoshop a nigga, bitches photoshop their pictures I'ma cut the ribbon, i don't even use the scissors I just use my fingers, sharper than a damn machete Niggas hatin', pocket watchin' 'cause i'm gettin' fetty Y'all be tryin' way too hard, i see you niggas sweating And if you test me then we kill him 'cause we fuckin' petty I don't need to kill him, i put forty racks up on his head Matter fact, he ain't worth forty, i'ma drop a ten Shooters at your door that's finna drill in case you call the feds So please don't be misled, we call that an indirect Ayy, smokin' watermelon I know your life fuckin' up and that's why you be fuckin' tellin' [chorus] Smoke gelato, taste like oreo I mix it with the dosey doe, my diamonds dancin', choreo I was on the ceiling, now i'm fuckin' on the floor with hoes You niggas know just how it goes, the jolly ranchers sour though, ayy [verse 2] I got power though, this ghost mode, i'ma showboat, let the ho throat Coke woah, she gon' swallow, but she go slow Told her bust it open, make it flip, ayy Gotta use your shoulders when you mix, ayy I be in the pot, i let it (tss), ayy Servin' to the block, i love the risk, ayy She don't love a nigga, it's the wrist, ayy We be all on move and it's [?], ayy Nigga, i'ma ball with no assist, ayy Smokin' wedding cake, taste like wedding cake I be shootin' plates, still gon' eat a steak You don't make no slaps, need to take a break Shot it at the bottom, i still got a drac' Ayy, it's the draco, yo, stay home I got this in tj with my pesos, yo Smokin' strawberry, i'm in burberry Cranberry soda got the sprite, i mix with raspberry Chop prolly poppin' out his head, look like a blackberry Gosh, nigga, that's scary, ah Smokin' sugar cookies, niggas pussy I know niggas rookies, you ain't have to say it, mm [chorus] Smoke gelato, taste like oreo I mix it with the dosey doe, my diamonds dancin', choreo I was on the ceiling, now i'm fuckin' on the floor with hoes You niggas know just how it goes, the jolly ranchers sour though, ayy
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