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Streetz-n-Young Deuces
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Mad Flavor
[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 shit 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 nobody do it better Rock a big, gold chain on my cardigan sweater My Flavor go Hard, A lot of niggaz 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 homo 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...
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[Streetz:] I be goin ham, I be, I be goin Ape shit The truth is an ugly mutha fucka 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 fuck her so good she wanna meet me at the alter Look nigga 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 shit, not straight Money Acrobatic, mines flip like hot cakes See me in that hot 8, bitch 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! ]
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[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
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