Burgie Streetz & Young Deuces - Mad Flavor (Radio) Lyrics

I noticed you's a hater so I'm screaming 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!

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...

I noticed you's a hater so I'm screaming 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!

I be goin ham, I be, I be goin Ape shit
The truth is an ugly mutha f*cka 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 f*ck 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!)

I noticed you's a hater so I'm screaming 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!

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

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

I noticed you's a hater so I'm screaming 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!