Yella Beezy - Kicks Lots Of Flava Lyrics

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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
Pussy 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 pussy 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