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letra de so much flavor - q. allanz

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(verse 1)
she said that she wants to ride, so i’ma take her real far like a taxi
on our way to a lakers game, we can pull over and have s-x in the bacc seat
welcome to the wild west, where we’re loving to hustle, trying to numbers like a math sheet
where we only hang with the wolves, why cut the gr-ss, now a days, snakes have feet
no, i don’t do lean and i don’t dab, so i probably won’t get that many likes on
might not ve on the xxl cover, but i can burn up the battery on your iphone
and you can tell from looking at the clocc, it’s about that time
so what i gotta pencil in my hand, that doesn’t mean i’ma draw the line
constantly on the grind, never break a sweat, never fall vehind
plant this grenade in your head, yes, i plan to blow your mind
dog, i put that on everything, with my hand stretched high up to the clouds
and may the good lord strike me down if it sounds like a lie coming out my mouth
man, everything these eyes have seen, and wow, everything these ears have heard
it’ll probably have you stucc in a daze for days, at an all time loss for words
and of course they’re gonna hate, i can feel it getting deeper every time i’m speaking
yeah, you can try to blocc my shine, but i’m still gonna get my fuh-fuh freak in

[hook]
if i give it once, it’s only right, i give it to you twice
i got that pepper, got that sugar and spice
girl, i got so much flavor, so much flavor
if i give it once, it’s only right, i give it to you twice
i got that raw, got that naughty and nice
man, i got so much flavor, so much flavor

(verse 2)
as a kid, i jumped off the porch, raised a gun and was ready to scorch
cuz i was told you can get k!lled by pork, and they didn’t mean at dinner with a fork
couldn’t play till i did my ch0r-s, i don’t deal with bull but i’m a matador
so, miss me with that hamburger, unless you ready to go to war
always, i’m 50 plus 50, stay on my grizzly, so fresh and crispy
and (i-i) i’m on mission, came from the trenches, god as my witness
and (i-i), don’t hang with snitches, keeping my distance, claiming they’re friends
but (uh-uh) that ain’t appealing, setting up the real ones, here comes the drillin’
i need a sleeping pill, or maybe kicc up my feet and chill
naw, return of the raw, i gotta let ’em know how ether feels
cuz too many succas get on the mic, and claim that they’re catching bodies, yeah right
then again it might be true, cuz they look like they’re too scared to fight
but, it’s all to the good, cuz all gonna bounce til we all get a broken bone
keep the party banging from the fire station to the section 8’s and to the mobile homes
all the riders, polish up the chrome, and the aftermath of the apparatus
pour a little liquor out on the curb for our loved ones looking down, smiling at us

[hook]
(repeat twice)

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