Lyrics: Pizza Palace
Music: Josh Stevens
Yeah
(Damn Bain)
What's your flavor baby
Tell me what's your flavor baby
What's your flavor baby
Tell me what's your flavor baby
What’s your flavor, whatever you like shawty I can cater. (ok)
East Atlanta nigga on the Eastside
But I’m not from Decatur. (ok)
Shawty know I’m big, everything that I do is major
I know I got hoes **** wit me baby I’m a player (woah)
She got them yams
She got them grits
She want a taste
She lick her lips
She feelin' it (woah) she feelin' it
In the hellcat, (skrrrr) yeah we peelin' it (let's go)
Ride out, slide out, what it do?
She hit me on the (ring)(ring) that's that rendezvous
She sweet like honeydew
She like this field of view
And if you feel this flavor
We can kick it like a kangaroo
Yeah
What's your flavor baby
Tell me what's your flavor baby
What's your flavor baby
Tell me what's your flavor baby
What's your flavor baby
Tell me what's your flavor baby
What's your flavor baby (what's your flavor?)
Tell me what's your flavor baby
Down the street baby pull up in my Mercedes.
She say do you love me (uh) I don’t know maybe.
She say boy you crazy you bet not go play me.
Baby I’m a hustler the real deal young lady.
Pull up in the summer I’m stuntin' every time.
If I got time for you then I’m a hit yo line.
I ain’t trippin bout no pussy baby I know you fine.
If you ain’t got your own brain how could you be a dime
What's your flavor baby
Tell me what's your flavor baby (what's your flavor?)
What's your flavor baby
Tell me what's your flavor baby (what's your flavor?)
What's your flavor baby
Tell me what's your flavor baby
What's your flavor baby
Tell me what's your flavor baby
I said gelato packs
I got a lot of that
Move a lot of plays
I'm a quarterback
I move the sherbet packs
Have u heard of that?
All the blue notes
Yea we earning that
I said vanilla too
Cop that one or two (one or two)
Maybe three of four (three or four)
Moving up the floors (up and up)
I'm a carnivore
I just want some more
Za Palace
She wants to cop some more
Well damn