[Intro: Flava Dave]
Ahh
Flava Dave Bitch
I'm tired it's midnight
[Verse 1: Flava Dave]
Bitches call me Davey everything is gravy
Everything Nike bitch fuck Old Navy
I gave them a verse respect is what they gave me
I spit like I'm black but these bitches can't enslave me
Sorry if that lines a little bit hazy
Meant no disrespect but you can go ahead and hate me
Don't give a shit bitch go ahead and rate me
They say make a new song I went ahead and made three
Like I'm shooting outside the trey line
Talkin' straight ballin' while you bitches go and play nine
If its illegal to kill beats then I'll just have to pay a fine
You can go fish I'm just gonna fillet mine
When I lay down my verses other rappers beg for mercy
Scout shirt reads two-four all these bitches want the jersey
One word to describe me I guess I'll go with versey
My wallet leaking jacksons I ain't talking bout' no percy
Just a crazy man on the loose
Rappers kill themselves and I'm the one who ties the noose
Probably don't get it when I rap about the goose
So I'll keep my rhymes simple like im DJ Dr. Seuss
Gonna take over Canada where's the maple syrup
Got the United States now I'm moving on to Europe
Ridin' like a cowboy so tighten up your stirrup
Was seeing for a while but it just got blurred up
I'm an alert pup stick my fucking fur up
Ima stay straight while the haters go corrupt
Hater's getting crazy and it's getting pretty hazy and they lifting all their panties and they're throwing all their shirts up
[Verse 2: Corn Nut Daddy]
Yo it's Corn Nut Daddy and I'm fucking legendary
My pictures under swag in the dictionary
Since that first rap that I put on the tube
People said it was shit but it got tons of views
I struggle with the hood but I progress
Made that YouTube money now got chains round my neck
I've been through the worst
Man I've been through it all
And I still go hard you can call me Saul
Now I'm making that bank
I'm rising in the ranks
If you mess with my crew you gonna get shanked
Like Seal team 6 you gonna get flanked
If you fuck with me you gonna get crank (FUCKED)
Yeah you out of luck 'Cuz yo bitch was sucking on my left nut
When you leave you better close the door shut
'Cuz I penetrate more holes like Bubba's putts
[Verse 3: Gayke Shit]
Messin' with the wicked
You bound to catch a sickness
These bitches tryna kick it
Got riches call me richard
Waking up to freaky tiki yo bitch be tryna freak me
Not trying to be creepy but John H is getting sleepy
Not, Fucking, Gay as hell like Kevin
Got how much D's? Like seven
Could send your ass to heaven
Killing shit like nine eleven
Be slacking off like Mordecai
Just like John H we whore the guys
Got fucking river flowin' rhymes
We doin' shit that you can't mind
Your momma's got big knockers
These sluts be tryna cop her
Shitting on em' taking poppers
Faster shit than midwest choppers
Sucking schloppy on these cockers
Cooking shit like Betty Crocker
Shout out to Mickey Leius for being a fucking border hopper
[Verse 4: Frosted Wheats]
It's late Friday night steady chillin' in the studio
Ballin' on this track like a fuckin' verbal rubio
Flava spittin' fire and frosted spittin' ice. the fire and ice lyrical combo makes an incredible music sensation
We be collabin' with Akimbo Slice
Plus all them other Megakewlkids
Got that southwest swag I be wearing double mids
Bitches in my bed
Snapback on my head
Shout out to the motherfucker Alex Torres
Bitch
Ahh
Flava Dave Bitch
I'm tired it's midnight
[Verse 1: Flava Dave]
Bitches call me Davey everything is gravy
Everything Nike bitch fuck Old Navy
I gave them a verse respect is what they gave me
I spit like I'm black but these bitches can't enslave me
Sorry if that lines a little bit hazy
Meant no disrespect but you can go ahead and hate me
Don't give a shit bitch go ahead and rate me
They say make a new song I went ahead and made three
Like I'm shooting outside the trey line
Talkin' straight ballin' while you bitches go and play nine
If its illegal to kill beats then I'll just have to pay a fine
You can go fish I'm just gonna fillet mine
When I lay down my verses other rappers beg for mercy
Scout shirt reads two-four all these bitches want the jersey
One word to describe me I guess I'll go with versey
My wallet leaking jacksons I ain't talking bout' no percy
Just a crazy man on the loose
Rappers kill themselves and I'm the one who ties the noose
Probably don't get it when I rap about the goose
So I'll keep my rhymes simple like im DJ Dr. Seuss
Gonna take over Canada where's the maple syrup
Got the United States now I'm moving on to Europe
Ridin' like a cowboy so tighten up your stirrup
Was seeing for a while but it just got blurred up
I'm an alert pup stick my fucking fur up
Ima stay straight while the haters go corrupt
Hater's getting crazy and it's getting pretty hazy and they lifting all their panties and they're throwing all their shirts up
[Verse 2: Corn Nut Daddy]
Yo it's Corn Nut Daddy and I'm fucking legendary
My pictures under swag in the dictionary
Since that first rap that I put on the tube
People said it was shit but it got tons of views
I struggle with the hood but I progress
Made that YouTube money now got chains round my neck
I've been through the worst
Man I've been through it all
And I still go hard you can call me Saul
Now I'm making that bank
I'm rising in the ranks
If you mess with my crew you gonna get shanked
Like Seal team 6 you gonna get flanked
If you fuck with me you gonna get crank (FUCKED)
Yeah you out of luck 'Cuz yo bitch was sucking on my left nut
When you leave you better close the door shut
'Cuz I penetrate more holes like Bubba's putts
[Verse 3: Gayke Shit]
Messin' with the wicked
You bound to catch a sickness
These bitches tryna kick it
Got riches call me richard
Waking up to freaky tiki yo bitch be tryna freak me
Not trying to be creepy but John H is getting sleepy
Not, Fucking, Gay as hell like Kevin
Got how much D's? Like seven
Could send your ass to heaven
Killing shit like nine eleven
Be slacking off like Mordecai
Just like John H we whore the guys
Got fucking river flowin' rhymes
We doin' shit that you can't mind
Your momma's got big knockers
These sluts be tryna cop her
Shitting on em' taking poppers
Faster shit than midwest choppers
Sucking schloppy on these cockers
Cooking shit like Betty Crocker
Shout out to Mickey Leius for being a fucking border hopper
[Verse 4: Frosted Wheats]
It's late Friday night steady chillin' in the studio
Ballin' on this track like a fuckin' verbal rubio
Flava spittin' fire and frosted spittin' ice. the fire and ice lyrical combo makes an incredible music sensation
We be collabin' with Akimbo Slice
Plus all them other Megakewlkids
Got that southwest swag I be wearing double mids
Bitches in my bed
Snapback on my head
Shout out to the motherfucker Alex Torres
Bitch
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