Gino Marley - Intro (Flava) lyrics
[Gino Marley - Intro Flava lyrics]
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
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
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
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