Lyrics

How I'm supposed to pick just one when it's so many flavas
How I'm supposed to sleep with the pack
So loud it wake up the neighbors
I'd rather trap and swipe than struggle and gripe with manual labor
I had a bad night alright
Excuse my bad behavior
Baby come hop on this mic
And sing like your life depends on this favor
The stress I been feelin is major
I'm concentrating on rollin flavors
I throw a bill way up the ceiling
I'm needin sexual healin
I want a chocolate, I want neapolitan, vanilla
I want strawberry and mango
Get me a cavity filler
I want peaches and cookies and cream
Sherbet and lemon meringue
Yeah you're rockin and leanin
Careful don't spill the wock on your Celine
I gotta personal genie
Too many flavas to choose between
How I'm supposed to pick just one when it's so many flavas
How I'm supposed to pick just one when it's so many flavas
So many flavas to choose
I could two scoops
I could do three scoops
I know you a freak too
How I'm supposed to pick just one when it's so many flavas
How I'm supposed to pick just one when it's so many flavas
So many flavas to choose
I could two scoops
I could do three scoops
I got a sweet tooth
Written by: Eddie Chatman
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