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Flavors
19
Hip-Hop/Rap
Flavors κυκλοφόρησε στις 20 Νοεμβρίου 2025 από Big Haus X Productions, LLC ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Flavors - Single
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ΆλμπουμFlavors - Single
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας20 Νοεμβρίου 2025
ΕτικέταBig Haus X Productions, LLC
Μελωδικότητα
Ακουστικότητα
Βαλάνς
Χορευτικότητα
Ενέργεια
BPM148

Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YUNG XAVI
YUNG XAVI
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
YUNG XAVI
YUNG XAVI
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Like Liam
Like Liam
Producer

Στίχοι

Yea, yea
Hook:
Got gas all in my lungs I’m running off flavors
Got your b*tch right on my tongue she wanna stay here
Couldn’t tell a b*tch wassup I love my paper
Couldn’t trust a b*tch enough to do no favors
In the backrooms smoking backwoods we roll up
Got my Bentley parked outside I need my gun
I know my exes ‘round the world be mad I’m up
Cause I’m up now I can’t show a b*tch no love
Like f*ck it
Yea, yea, yea
You nothing
Yea, yea, yea
Like f*ck it
Yea, yea, yea
You nothing
Yea, yea, yea
Verse:
I’m in the Bentley coup fired up
In the back can’t f*ck wit us
Couldn’t show a b*tch no love
I’m in my bag li’l b*tch
In the backrooms we roll up
So high can’t feel my lungs
Paranoid without my gun
I’m in my bag li’l b*tch
She want that one on one
Ain’t got no time li’l b*tch
You got no crown li’l b*tch
You been around li’l b*tch
Don’t waste my time li’l b*tch
You lucky you found the kid
You lucky you round the kid
Hook:
Got gas all in my lungs I’m running off flavors
Got your b*tch right on my tongue she wanna stay here
Couldn’t tell a b*tch wassup I love my paper
Couldn’t trust a b*tch enough to do no favors
In the backrooms smoking backwoods we roll up
Got my Bentley parked outside I need my gun
I know my exes ‘round the world be mad I’m up
Cause I’m up now I can’t show a b*tch no love
Like f*ck it
Yea, yea, yea
You nothing
Yea, yea, yea
Like f*ck it
Yea, yea, yea
You nothing
Yea, yea, yea
2nd verse:
I been up
I been up
You been stuck
I been around a hoe
I reach around a hoe
She reachin’ down for more
Don’t know no boundaries hoe
Watch her eat it up, up, up like we in France on vacation
 I throw it up, up, up bands on the bed that I lay in
 Throw it up, up we stackin’ up smoking flavors
Likes it rough, rough
Tells me to f*ck her like I hate her
Hook:
Got gas all in my lungs I’m running off flavors
Got your b*tch right on my tongue she wanna stay here
Couldn’t tell a b*tch wassup I love my paper
Couldn’t trust a b*tch enough to do no favors
In the backrooms smoking backwoods we roll up
Got my Bentley parked outside I need my gun
I know my exes ‘round the world be mad I’m up
Cause I’m up now I can’t show a b*tch no love
Like f*ck it
Yea, yea, yea
You nothing
Yea, yea, yea
Like f*ck it
Yea, yea, yea
You nothing
Yea, yea, yea
Written by: YUNG XAVI
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