Intro Flava by Gino Marley Lyrics
[Hook]
I'm sippin' lean I like the flavor
Do me a favor, count this paper
I see you later
And all my bitches come in flavors, yeah different flavors
We independent, but we major
I swear we major
And all my money come in flavors, yeah different flavors
Do me this favor, count this paper
Love countin' paper, yeah that's my favorite
And your bitch, she love my flavor
She like my flavor, that's my flavor
And I'm smokin' OG, that's my favorite flavor
[Verse]
Your bitch she on my line she like my flavor
I got a old-school trap game, hit my pager
Couple shots and I swear they change your flavor
30 shot Glock I shoot bitch, that's my favorite
And the plug he hit my line I hit the trap, bitch that's my favorite
Run around, whippin' work all in the kitchen, know the Marley man get impatient
Can't miss a P, on every door knocked on, the Marley man servin' them patients
Got truckloads, carloads, whatever you need ain't no need for waitin'
So what's your flavor, tell me what's your flavor
In the trap I whip them [?], turn birds to babies
OZ with that shit and I'm OG crazy
And I only thank God and thanks to the people that made me
And thanks to the trap and thanks to the money and thanks to myself for the savings
And thanks to the weed and thanks to the lean, that Ac shit that's my favorite
And thanks to the trap and thanks to the money and thanks to myself for the
And thanks to the weed and thanks to the lean, that Ac my favorite flavor
[Hook]
I'm sippin' lean I like the flavor
Do me a favor, count this paper
I see you later
And all my bitches come in flavors, yeah different flavors
We independent, but we major
I swear we major
And all my money come in flavors, yeah different flavors
Do me this favor, count this paper
Love countin' paper, yeah that's my favorite
And your bitch, she love my flavor
She like my flavor, that's my flavor
And I'm smokin' OG, that's my favorite flavor
[Verse]
Your bitch she on my line she like my flavor
I got a old-school trap game, hit my pager
Couple shots and I swear they change your flavor
30 shot Glock I shoot bitch, that's my favorite
And the plug he hit my line I hit the trap, bitch that's my favorite
Run around, whippin' work all in the kitchen, know the Marley man get impatient
Can't miss a P, on every door knocked on, the Marley man servin' them patients
Got truckloads, carloads, whatever you need ain't no need for waitin'
So what's your flavor, tell me what's your flavor
In the trap I whip them [?], turn birds to babies
OZ with that shit and I'm OG crazy
And I only thank God and thanks to the people that made me
And thanks to the trap and thanks to the money and thanks to myself for the savings
And thanks to the weed and thanks to the lean, that Ac shit that's my favorite
And thanks to the trap and thanks to the money and thanks to myself for the
And thanks to the weed and thanks to the lean, that Ac my favorite flavor
[Hook]