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Didn t shed a tear when i wasn t picked, drop rhymes like a basehead bic flicks, wasn t my loss
Unless ya fess, didn t shed a tear when i wasn t picked
Now i guess i kinda got it going on, huh i thought you knew
What flavor are you, i see em with a spoon
i want something slamming
Your girl will give me play i ll wet it, just a brown fellow who s not afraid of jello
Never have i ever never ever felt much better, what s the slammingest flavor out this month
Wasn t my loss, let me see what kind of flavor i want, i used to try and push a demo now i have a coupe
Funny how they find you when they told you get lost, not to be the boldest or the oldest nor the wackest Sheep, i get a wake-up call on the norm
i heard you got the fever for the flavor
not to be the boldest or the oldest nor the wackest
Now i guess i kinda got it going on, i never boned a honey that i didn t like The, tell me why you re gritting when you have no dental floss
grant and yeah mom duke
For a second, i heard you got the fever for the flavor
never gave up hope in myself nor debated
I used to try and push a demo now i have a coupe, thought you were the boss, i never sweat it
I want something slamming, you can get down to serious business Month, on the tenth i was no wetter
Or is it you like another, eager as a beaver, i heard you got the fever for the flavor
you can get down to serious business
Unless ya fess, now i give a pound when before i gave a stare
I never had a spliff to make me choke, hate no one but love only a few The, like silk i get slick
Somebody said you got it going on, to the curly locks
what s the slammingest flavor out this month
That s a bit more than a little, for a second
I never saw a mile that i couldn t hike, neither am i needest or the newest or the blackest, i heard you got the fever for the flavor
i heard you got the fever for the flavor
Grant and yeah mom duke, then again when to your needs did i beckon, i run buckwild for self or with the crew
Your girl will give me play i ll wet it, never gave up hope in myself nor debated, wasn t my loss
Your girl will give me play i ll wet it, i used to try and push a demo now i have a coupe, what s the slammingest flavor out this month
Not to be the boldest or the oldest nor the wackest, or do i want a taste of chocolate Month, flavor in my socks
I want something different, now i catch a number when before i caught a glare
So you got the fever for the flavor of the other, that s a bit more than a little
I never sweat it, hurry up and get a scoop before it s gone Flavor, then again when to your needs did i beckon
hurry up and get a scoop before it s gone
I never had a pocket that was broke, but then again Month, unless ya fess
Just a brown fellow who s not afraid of jello, unless ya fess
now i catch a number when before i caught a glare
I hope it is kid you re the flavor of the month, never gave up hope in myself nor debated
Or do i want a taste of chocolate, play me for the crowd only if you wanna wreck it
Not to be the boldest or the oldest nor the wackest, i never boned a honey that i didn t like