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flavors - mjpaid lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, you a real mitten, baby)
d*mn, b*tches, they be chasin’ me, but i be chasin’ paper

[verse 1]
d*mn, b*tches, they be chasin’ me, but i be chasin’ paper (bands)
you don’t bring no banks, b*tch, don’t ask me for no favors (ho)
you won’t catch me trippin’ ’bout no b*tch, i got flavors (huh)
she ain’t used to n*ggas with some pape’, i’m her favorite
i can’t wait to f*ckin’ tell my mama that i made it
i know that he f*cked up, he postin’ on occasion (lame)
seal on the pint, ooh, let me taste it
how the f*ck i turn a clear pop to jamaican? (sh*t)
i remember paid had to fake it ’til he made it (d*mn)
sh*t don’t happen overnight, where the f*ck your patience? (n*gga)
on my neck all rails, call me jaylen
eatin’ off the punch, f*ck it, i’ma tip the waitress (f*ck it)
tell a b*tch i love her when i’m f*ckin’, but i’m fakin’
no cap, ask boogz, b*tch, we burnin’ down dayton
ever spilt your cup? swear that sh*t be heartbreakin’ (f*ck)
$cam left his brothers, sh*t left my heart achin’
d*mn, bad b*tches in and out the tele, this the suite life (suite)
ten bands in the denim of my jeans tight
f*ckin’ with the coin, big bro the west v type (west v type)
b*tch, i looked up to unc’, couldn’t be mine
blue hundreds mixed with pink fifties when i go and [?]
30 keepin’ one up top, ain’t the goin’ type
paid go and put that sh*t up, ain’t the showin’ type
tell me where you wanna go, i let the ho decide
it’s eight hundred on my feet, and it’s certified
boa, check the claims, i got no denials
she like, “do i got a b*tch?” ho, i go at chimes
b*tch, i go at chimes
used to couldn’t tell you where i’m headin’, but i’m knowin’ now (i’m knowin’ now)
n*gga
popped out with all f*ckin’ blues, i’m reportin’ live (reportin’ life)
[interlude]
used to couldn’t tell you where i’m goin’, sh*t, i’m knowin’ now
n*gga
used to couldn’t get this sh*t i want, i can afford it now

[verse 2]
ain’t no upper playin’, your cheap*ass soda bent
boy, go and get this sh*t yourself, ain’t no holdin’ hands
nyc, pink 10, plus i got a bed
n*gga, go and run that sh*t up, don’t you got some legs?

[outro]
ain’t sh*t stoppin’ you from runnin’ that sh*t up, young n*gga
go and get this sh*t
you can do this sh*t, don’t let a n*gga tell you you can’t
672 sh*t
dog sh*t militia
rip $cam, rip $cams, gang

- mjpaid lyrics

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