I got taste Lyrics – slayr

Read the complete I got taste Lyrics by slayr from the album AVANT NOVA along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Slayr’s music, you can also explore Having anxiety is annoying and Raise my voice, two other songs by Slayr.

[Chorus]
Uh, she yours, I take her (Ah)
Bread on me like a baker (Let’s go)
Been a retaliator (Boop, boop, boop, boop)
Walk with that green alligator (Slatt)
You don’t touch, this my paper (Boop, boop, boop, boop)
Feel a way? Then go get paper (Ah)
Type of day, ball like a Laker (Boop, boop, boop, boop)
Ricochet all of my favorites, yeah
I got taste, she a good flavor (Uh-huh)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m knowing all my neighbors (Uh-huh)
Yeah, get more cash than a mayor, huh (Yes, sir)
Who getting more cash than slayr? Slatt
Going through different phases, yeah
Not a ho that I’m chasing (Yes, sir)
I been getting more dough than the bassists (Uh-huh)
Playing my song back everyday (Woo, woo)
Uh, black mask on, go undercover (Bag)
Don’t got a bad song, look for another (Bag)
I put these bags on, Margiela, my brother (Woo)
You hear them saxophones? They calling you, brother (Woo)
I never lack, I never sell out my brother
I call up jack, now where you at? Be discovered
Let’s run it back into the days we was under
These n!ggas that ego’d us, now we above ’em
Dissing everybody, no, I’m not subtle (Ah)
My team gon’ catch a body, no need to huddle (Ah)
That n!gga been a copy, we do not fu*k with him (Wow)
Ran up on bro just to ask him what’s up with him
Transform the beat, b!tch, I’m moving like Bumblebee (B!tch)
Show these racks, now a b!tch tryna fu*k with me
Shoot my shot and I green like a couple threes
What it is right now is what it’ll be, pu*sy (Go, go, boop-boop-boop)

[Verse 2]

Let’s go, what I say? (Boop, boop-boop)
Trackhawk fast as b!tch as a fast hawk (Go)
Cut off this b!tch with a hacksaw, yeah
Get some pu*sy, these n!ggas just jack off, yeah
Think I’m pu*sy? I’m letting the MAC off, yeah
Walk outside and I fly on a dragon, yeah
I got s*it from Balenci’ and Pacson
Yeah, new 88 (Boop)
Drum on your face, get chopped on your face (Slatt)
Talking too much and that’s not in your place (What’s that?)
Way too much steeze, b!tch, I love to skate
Pay up your fees or have a bad day (Slatt)
Before I leave, b!tch, can I get face?, yeah
New lemon squeeze, might aim at your face, yeah
Chop lemon squeeze, might aim at your face, let’s go

[Chorus]
Uh, she yours, I take her, yeah
Bread on me like a baker (Boop, boop, boop, yeah)
Been a retaliator (Boop, boop, boop, boop)
Walk with that green alligator (Slatt)
You don’t touch, this my paper (Boop, boop, boop, boop)
Feel a way? Then go get paper, woah
Type of day, ball like a Laker (Boop, boop, boop, boop)
Ricochet all of my favorites, yeah
I got taste, she a good flavor (Let’s go)