Kicks Lots Of Flava

In the kitchen but not a baker (Yo)
 A bitch I'm not afraid of (Whoa)
 I get a lot of paper (Yeah)
 The F-N annihilator (Yeah)
 That ho 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 (Ayy, ayy)
 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, come with it, let 'em
 Tell it, I am not hurt, get it
 Send your one, I'll ship it
 Seal it and mail it
 Bitch I'll split your melon
 You know how to get your women
 Bitch I'm flexin'
 You better not miss your blessin'
 I'm out here applyin' that pressure
 These niggas stressin'
 Got they hoes clothes in my dresser
 Did your first bitch with my leg up
 Far too fed up
 All the real niggas keep your head up
 Boy stackin' paper, get your bread up
 You pussies gettin' wet up
 Actin' all brash 'til they met us
 Do a lot of talkin', don't say nothin'
 I be kickin' flava and I get money, too (Money, too)
 A lot of real niggas comin' through (Comin' through)
 Say lil' bitch, I got somethin' to do (Somethin' to do)
 Got a money plant, right, a money view (Money view)
 See a bitch boy, what they wanna do? (Wanna do)
 These niggas hoes, tell me somethin' new (Somethin' new)
 Funny nigga, I ain't stuntin' you (Stuntin' you)
 Nigga actin' like they got a point to prove
 Pussy nigga
 In the kitchen but not a baker (Yo)
 A bitch I'm not afraid of (Whoa)
 I get a lot of paper (Yeah)
 The F-N annihilator (Yeah)
 That ho 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 (Ayy, ayy)
 I kicks lots of flavor (Yup)
 I kicks lots of flavor (Yup)
 I kicks lots of flavor (Yup)
 I kicks lots of flavor
 Certainly, nigga, my Louies
 I beat the pussy up, gooey (Uh)
 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 dickridin' like groupies (Ayy)
 Bitch, got her number but I ain't called her (Called her)
 Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' 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 barkin' like a rottweiler (Grr)
 Get your throat there start growlin' (Grr)
 Crippled on down and crawlin' (Grr)
 She been actin' 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)
 Rear shotta rockin' with me (Me)
 This time for my street (Street)
 Shot up his block and then skreet (Skreet!)
 In the kitchen but not a baker (Yo)
 A bitch I'm not afraid of (Whoa)
 I get a lot of paper (Yeah)
 The F-N annihilator (Yeah)
 That ho 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 (Ayy, ayy)
 I kicks lots of flavor (Yup)
 I kicks lots of flavor (Yup)
 I kicks lots of flavor (Yup)
 I kicks lots of flavor