Flava in Ya Ear (Remix)

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 niggas 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 (Bitch, we got that) They taste, ack, so good (Good) Flava in they ear (I got that) [Verse 1: Kirko Bangz] All my niggas got sauce, man I done pulled up on a sauce plan I'm a eastside nigga, nеver been a big nigga But I swear to god I ain't nevеr [?] change My nigga Rizzo from the north, man He never changed on me like a arcade My nigga J.P. from the fifth ward [?] cream, leave a nigga in the park, man I pulled up, two-seater Nigga use [?], not Adidas Shoppin' in [?], sauce by the liter Nigga, this a Bentley, not a Kia And I don't wanna shop at IKEA Nigga, I been flickin' my wrist Nigga, I been flippin' your bitch Nigga, I been pimpin' your bitch 'Cause all them niggas she fuck with ain't got flava like this (Whoo, ayy) [Verse 2: Sauce Walka] God damn Sauce done made another jam (God damn) OMG, that sauce on me (On me), just post a nigga to the 'Gram (To the 'Gram) I done pulled up in a droptop Benz, bitch Game need a number like [?] And the only motherfucker [?] you can explain us, sauce is HAM (HAM) Harder than a motherfucker (Harder than a motherfucker) I done put the bitch in Tokyo (I did) God damn, I'm Chris Tucker (God damn, I'm Chris Tucker) Flava in your ear right here, I know he a mean motherfucker I know you hear me Splash, drip drop (Drip) I done broke a bitch for a wristwatch Flava in your ear, got your bitch with her tits out What you talkin' 'bout? [Verse 3: Moe Gang] All my niggas got (Whoo, whoo) All my niggas got (Whoo, whoo, all my nigga) All my niggas got sauce (Sauce) All my niggas got spice ([?]) Started off, had to pay the drug dealer, turned out nice Mix the codeine with the Sprite (Lean) Niggas deal crack, don't fiend with a mic Bobby Brown, nigga, Bobby Brown, nigga (Sauce, sauce, sauce) Set it [?], Queen Latifah Nigga kick flavor like FIFA Nigga, these Prada, not Adidas Flyer than an egle [?] sweater made out of cheetah Nigga, 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 kill 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 shit kept falling out (Damn) Took the grill out but, bitch, 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 niggas got the block, flava in they ear (Nigga got that, got it) We got that flava in they ear (Yeah, yeah, we got that) We got that flava in they ear (Bitch, I got that) The taste, ack, so good Flava in they ear (Good, we kick that)