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Flavor for Every Neighbor Video (MV)




Performed By: Nic West
Language: English
Length: 3:19
Written by: QUENTIN LEMONT LEE




Nic West - Flavor for Every Neighbor Lyrics
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Yeah... Erbody... I said erbody
And that's coming from a Pimp Named Nic West ya feel meh
Waaaaaa wax
Everybody askin' where I been at
I been M.I.A for a minute
Took a lil break, still winning, R.I.P to the competition
I'm coming 2nd place to none
I let you have ya lil run, I let you have ya lil fun
Treat you like my step son
Yeah it's bout that time for y'all to give it up
When you dropped the ball I had to pick it up
Now ya face on the floor let me pick it up
Only drive ol' skools if they lifted up
Big body whippin' no tint on it, gotta let'em see who in it
Females love how I style on'em, they wanna dose of this pimpin'
See you be cappin' when you be rappin'
All that flaugin' everybody know you acting
You a nominee for an Oscar, you ain't real I see it in yo posture
I'd be ashamed to be yo father, dis ain't Baby and The Carter
Cash Money Milli, tryna see a billi
Gotta keep a semi, holla if ya hear me
Aye we goin up like it's Tuesday, got yo girl tied up like a shoelace
My side piece, but yo boo thang
Told me that she love the way I do thangs
Keep sleepin' on me, but I'm really ballin'
Only thing you have is some hoop dreams (Aye)
When it comes to me she having pipe dreams
Issa Vibe 4 am no 2 Chainz
I got a few jewels I can drop on ya
Pimpin' gotta be in ya, can't be on ya
Pull up in a coupe, no roof on it
I be up early morning like I'm Tom Joyner
Show you how to do it, like I do it
When I do it you know it ain't nothing to it
If that was too fast for you to comprehend
Tell my engineer to chop and screw it
Slow it down for a second
Wanna know how to be a playa Bill Bellamy
1st you gotta know the game like a referee
And you can't be a lame, ya smellin' me
She dun got a dose of the real, can't get enough
Shorty got skills when she eat it up
Ima have to take a pill just to keep it up
But I gotta keep it moving like the lease up (Uh)
Playa from the Himalayas, betta get yo girl before I take her
Sauce drippin' on the table, I got Flavor for Every Neighbor
I got flavor on top of flavor
I got haters on top of haters
I got girls that do party favors (I do)
Hit my two step when I C-Walk
You ain't really ballin' you a ball hog
You the type to pose for an off guard
Ima G Baby no Hard Ball
In the kitchen, look at how the wrist work
Mane I'm spittin' dope, uncut raw
Hit the studio just to cook up
And wait on it to Harden like I'm Chris Paul
Wait on it to Harden like I'm Chris Paul
Wait on it to Harden like I'm Chris Paul
Everybody askin' where I been at
I been M.I.A for a minute
Took a lil break, still winning, R.I.P to the competition
I'm coming 2nd place to none
I let you have ya lil run, I let you have ya lil fun
Treat you like my step son
I got flavor for every neighbor
I got flavor for every neighbor
I got flavor for every neighbor
I got flavor for every neighbor
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English

Yeah... Erbody... I said erbody
And that's coming from a Pimp Named Nic West ya feel meh
Waaaaaa wax
Everybody askin' where I been at
I been M.I.A for a minute
Took a lil break, still winning, R.I.P to the competition
I'm coming 2nd place to none
I let you have ya lil run, I let you have ya lil fun
Treat you like my step son
Yeah it's bout that time for y'all to give it up
When you dropped the ball I had to pick it up
Now ya face on the floor let me pick it up
Only drive ol' skools if they lifted up
Big body whippin' no tint on it, gotta let'em see who in it
Females love how I style on'em, they wanna dose of this pimpin'
See you be cappin' when you be rappin'
All that flaugin' everybody know you acting
You a nominee for an Oscar, you ain't real I see it in yo posture
I'd be ashamed to be yo father, dis ain't Baby and The Carter
Cash Money Milli, tryna see a billi
Gotta keep a semi, holla if ya hear me
Aye we goin up like it's Tuesday, got yo girl tied up like a shoelace
My side piece, but yo boo thang
Told me that she love the way I do thangs
Keep sleepin' on me, but I'm really ballin'
Only thing you have is some hoop dreams (Aye)
When it comes to me she having pipe dreams
Issa Vibe 4 am no 2 Chainz
I got a few jewels I can drop on ya
Pimpin' gotta be in ya, can't be on ya
Pull up in a coupe, no roof on it
I be up early morning like I'm Tom Joyner
Show you how to do it, like I do it
When I do it you know it ain't nothing to it
If that was too fast for you to comprehend
Tell my engineer to chop and screw it
Slow it down for a second
Wanna know how to be a playa Bill Bellamy
1st you gotta know the game like a referee
And you can't be a lame, ya smellin' me
She dun got a dose of the real, can't get enough
Shorty got skills when she eat it up
Ima have to take a pill just to keep it up
But I gotta keep it moving like the lease up (Uh)
Playa from the Himalayas, betta get yo girl before I take her
Sauce drippin' on the table, I got Flavor for Every Neighbor
I got flavor on top of flavor
I got haters on top of haters
I got girls that do party favors (I do)
Hit my two step when I C-Walk
You ain't really ballin' you a ball hog
You the type to pose for an off guard
Ima G Baby no Hard Ball
In the kitchen, look at how the wrist work
Mane I'm spittin' dope, uncut raw
Hit the studio just to cook up
And wait on it to Harden like I'm Chris Paul
Wait on it to Harden like I'm Chris Paul
Wait on it to Harden like I'm Chris Paul
Everybody askin' where I been at
I been M.I.A for a minute
Took a lil break, still winning, R.I.P to the competition
I'm coming 2nd place to none
I let you have ya lil run, I let you have ya lil fun
Treat you like my step son
I got flavor for every neighbor
I got flavor for every neighbor
I got flavor for every neighbor
I got flavor for every neighbor
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Writer: QUENTIN LEMONT LEE
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