Kicks Lots Of Flava

Wave Mechanics In the kitchen, but not a baker (yo) Lil' bitch I'm out of favors (whoa) I get a lot of paper (yeah) The FN annihilator (yeah) That hoe is not a player (player) We toss 'em like hot potatoes Tryna set my crib on a thousand acres Lil' bitch, I go designer cray I kicks lots of flavor (yup) I kicks lots of flavor (yup) I kicks lots of flavor (yup) I kicks lots of flavor (ay, ay) I kicks lots of flavor (yup) I kicks lots of flavor (yup) I kicks lots of flavor (yup) I kicks lots of flavor I'm so heavy I gets lots of relish Got these pussies jealous In they feelings actin' like some bitches Want some smoke, I'm with it Let 'em tell it, I am out here getting it Send your money, I'll ship it Seal it and mail it Bitch I'll split your melon You gon' have to get your weapon Bitch, I'm flexing You better not miss your blessing I'm out here applying that pressure These niggas stressing Got your whole crew on my dresser Dug your first bitch with my leg up Ball, too fed up All the real niggas keep your head up Boy stacking paper, get your bread up You pussies getting wet up Actin' all gangsta 'til they met us Do a lot of talking, ain't say nothing I been kicking flava and I get money, too (money, too) A lot of real niggas coming through (coming through) Say lil' bitch, I got something to do (something to do) Got a money plan, right on money view (money view) See a bitch boy, what they wanna do? (wanna do) These niggas hoes, tell me something new (something new) Funny nigga, I ain't stunting you (stunting you) Nigga actin' like they got a point to prove p***y nigga In the kitchen but not a baker (yo) Lil' bitch I'm out of favors (whoa) I get a lot of paper (yeah) The FN annihilator (yeah) That hoe is not a player (player) We toss 'em like hot potatoes Tryna set my crib on a thousand acres Lil' bitch, I go designer cray I kicks lots of flavor (yup) I kicks lots of flavor (yup) I kicks lots of flavor (yup) I kicks lots of flavor (ay, ay) I kicks lots of flavor (yup) I kicks lots of flavor (yup) I kicks lots of flavor (yup) I kicks lots of flavor Baby mama looking like Rudy Ass real fat like Judy Serving these niggas in my Louis I beat the p***y up gooey Touch these niggas, they'll sue me (sue me) You don't like me bitch then sue me (fuck 'em) You ain't seen these shoes these newbies (fuck) Niggas dick riding like groupies (ay) Bitch, got her number but I ain't called her (called her) Bitch, I'm a motherfucking baller (I'm a baller) Had to block her number, she a stalker (stalker) Bitch I got sauce like Waka (Like Waka) Word to Uncle Snoop, I'm a dog (I'm a dog) Now I'm barking like a rottweiler (grr) Get too close they'll start growling (grr) Creeper low down they're crawling (grr) Cuban link black real sweet So I got her last week Told the bitch Gucci my feet (ow) Nutted all over her cheek She a real life freak (ow) She gon' gobble that meat (ow) Why them niggas hot up at me? (me) If I said it to you Then you know it gotta be heat (heat) Real shotta rocking with me (me) He was tied from the street (street) Shot up his block and then screech (screech!) In the kitchen but not a baker (yo) Lil' bitch, I'm out of favors (whoa) I get a lot of paper (yeah) The FN annihilator (yeah) That hoe is not a player (player) We toss 'em like hot potatoes Tryna set my crib on a thousand acres Lil' bitch, I go designer cray I kicks lots of flavor (yup) I kicks lots of flavor (yup) I kicks lots of flavor (yup) I kicks lots of flavor (ay, ay) I kicks lots of flavor (yup) I kicks lots of flavor (yup) I kicks lots of flavor (yup) I kicks lots of flavor --- Kicks Lots Of Flava - Yella Beezy