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flava - don dishes lyrics

[intro 1: don dishes]
nah man we love rap, we love this feeling

[intro 2: will]
exactly, and it’s…oooh dawg!

[chorus : don dishes]
major!
oh you the savior?
everybody wanna do it major
i, i couldn’t say uh
i ain’t here ta save ya
my, groove is the fader
i’ll do you a favor
give you a little flava
i show you flava i, show you flava
lady which*a*way you wanna taste it?
i, ain’t here ta save ya, i show you flava
i, show you flava
i show you flava

[verse 1: don dishes]
get down throw down on um extra hard
spit bars no star no escobar
and thus far most bars ain’t’ f*ckin wit ours
up in the sky, know why cuz we extra far
out to par
workin to the back, so a n*ggas up front jumpin haters like jacks
homie really wanna get it way i spit it dont max
hit her wit it till she feel it take her to the climax i rap
otha lil n*ggas i lap wit a s on my front
run on my gump stay paced neva slump
eyes on the prize for them lumps opposite a fergie an her humps
lines on the munch, crunch
emcees be under me, lunch
sick when i spit come equipt wit it often
sick*wittedness you admit that its awesome
flip an i toss um, straight to the flank and it’s often
that i go hard on the beat never soften
i heat seek weak run um deep in the coffin
m.v.p every week rick ross’n, bossn it
stack money stay flawless
spit so clean, visine shoulda sponsored
live at a track too live at a concert
true yo crew ol’school like contra, haunt ya
bring it right back, see what i need yall need more raps
spit that heat yall need mo gas
spice that beat might need tabassc
so here i go, double up twice gimmie dap on the flow
and the flow finna go cuz the flow from the go
wit the west*side, sea town, sp*ce needle
so don’t try to knock it , im up too tall yall small yall mock it
need money in our pocket, oh yea, dont stop it
hits get chicks in the benz for the bobbin
swoop in like robbin second to none know that
stay wit the ones who had my back
still need money like a hazmat plant
hip hops toast i’ll handle that
clap yo hands, i’m that man
spit somethin’ just to get ya movin
my crew neva lose what you use ta doin?

- don dishes lyrics

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