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flava in ya ear (remix) - sauce twinz lyrics

[chorus: sancho saucy]
real talk, [?] kickin’
flava in they ear
i think i got something they wanna hear
i’m kickin’ flava in they ear
flava in they ear
dj [?] spin the record, flava in they ear
we got some flava in they ear
flava in they ear
my n*ggas got the block, ooh, flava in they ear
we got that flava in they ear (yeah, yeah, we got that)
that flava in they ear (b*tch, we got that)
they taste, ack, so good (good)
flava in they ear (i got that)

[verse 1: kirko bangz]
all my n*ggas got sauce, man
i done pulled up on a sauce plan
i’m a eastside n*gga, nеver been a big n*gga
but i swear to god i ain’t nevеr [?] change
my n*gga rizzo from the north, man
he never changed on me like a arcade
my n*gga j.p. from the fifth ward
[?] cream, leave a n*gga in the park, man
i pulled up, two*seater
n*gga use [?], not adidas
shoppin’ in [?], sauce by the liter
n*gga, this a bentley, not a kia
and i don’t wanna shop at ikea
n*gga, i been fl!ckin’ my wrist
n*gga, i been flippin’ your b*tch
n*gga, i been pimpin’ your b*tch
’cause all them n*ggas she f*ck with ain’t got flava like this (whoo, ayy)
[verse 2: sauce walka]
god d*mn
sauce done made another jam (god d*mn)
omg, that sauce on me (on me), just post a n*gga to the ‘gram (to the ‘gram)
i done pulled up in a droptop benz, b*tch
game need a number like [?]
and the only motherf*cker [?] you can explain us, sauce is ham (ham)
harder than a motherf*cker (harder than a motherf*cker)
i done put the b*tch in tokyo (i did)
god d*mn, i’m chris tucker (god d*mn, i’m chris tucker)
flava in your ear right here, i know he a mean motherf*cker
i know you hear me
splash, drip drop (drip)
i done broke a b*tch for a wristw*tch
flava in your ear, got your b*tch with her tits out
what you talkin’ ’bout?

[verse 3: moe gang]
all my n*ggas got (whoo, whoo)
all my n*ggas got (whoo, whoo, all my n*gga)
all my n*ggas got sauce (sauce)
all my n*ggas got spice ([?])
started off, had to pay the drug dealer, turned out nice
mix the codeine with the sprite (lean)
n*ggas deal crack, don’t fiend with a mic
bobby brown, n*gga, bobby brown, n*gga (sauce, sauce, sauce)
set it [?], queen latifah
n*gga kick flavor like fifa
n*gga, these prada, not adidas
flyer than an egle
[?] sweater made out of cheetah
n*gga, these [?], not [?] (nah)
sauce by the liter
watching for all my people (way)
boy, i swear the chopper shoot a meter ([?] ten*feeter?)
i done drove all them kilos
know that i’m a hitta like [?]
[verse 4: slim thug]
i got that flava in your ear (yeah)
big paper up in here (yeah)
try me, watch me push a taper way behind your ear
i got gangstas in that fifth ward that’ll k!ll for me (yeah)
made it out the hood but my hood still love me (ayy)
put that [?] on the map when that south had it loud (outside)
cut them braids off ’cause my sh*t kept falling out (d*mn)
took the grill out but, b*tch, i’m still the trillest (i’m still the trillest)
made mills with no deals, still spittin’ flava, spiller

[chorus: sancho saucy]
real talk [?] kickin’
flava in they ear (i got [?])
i think i got somethin’ they wanna hear (they wanna)
i’m kickin’ flava in they ear (that’s flight)
flava in they ear (that’s flight)
dj [?] spin the record, flava in they ear
we got some flava in they ear (spin)
flava in they ear (chase it)
my n*ggas got the block, flava in they ear (n*gga got that, got it)
we got that flava in they ear (yeah, yeah, we got that)
we got that flava in they ear (b*tch, i got that)
the taste, ack, so good
flava in they ear (good, we kick that)

- sauce twinz lyrics

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