[Chorus: Loski] Okay, miss, what's your flavour? Do me a favour Do not do me any favours Okay, miss, what's your flavour? Do me a favour Do not do me any favours
[Verse 1: Stormzy, Loski] Okay, miss, what's your flavour? I can't really focus since you popped up on my radar All those dirty texts you were sending on my iPhone I might have to punish you for all that misbehaviour, flavour Yo little miss, what's the chances? Niggas get excited when they see the way she dances Told her, "Don't compare me to these guys, I am the king here" All these little rappers spending all of their advances, aw shit Yo, pretty woman, what's your game like? Pull up to your crib and then I fix you like a brake light I can tell your boyfriend doesn't give you what you ask for You can write a little list of things that I should make right, shape nice Ay Stormz, she look better without makeup That's just my opinion, cute little slim ting You know I'm the in ting, both of us are win-win Throw it all Quinting, save it for later, ayy yeah
[Chorus: Loski, Stormzy] Okay, miss, what's your flavour? Do me a favour Do not do me any favours Okay, miss, what's your flavour? Do me a favour Do not do me any favours Okay, miss, what's your flavour? Do me a favour Do not do me any favours Okay, miss, what's your flavour? Do me a favour Do not do me any favours
[Verse 2: Loski, Stormzy] Ooh baby, tell me, what's the drama? Kisses on your neck, a bit of Louis, bit of Prada Late-night joking, giving it the haha Rocking with a G, bae, I grew up inna Gaza, wagwan? Bare attitude and I love that I ain't into games, if you leave, you can't come back Texting on her iPhone, she say that I like hoes I be like, "Slow down, baby, no palaver, uh uh" Ooh baby, tell me what's the drama? Saw her get excited when she found out I'm from Ghana I can't really figure out her flavour, but she's fruity Do it like I'm Belly Squad and give her the banana, ah nah Tell me, little miss, how's your day been? Sorry, I know answering these questions must be draining I could be the sweet boy, street boy punching out your teeth boy And everybody love me like I'm Raymond, cold
[Chorus: Loski, Stormzy] Okay, miss, what's your flavour? Do me a favour Do not do me any favours Okay, miss, what's your flavour? Do me a favour Do not do me any favours Okay, miss, what's your flavour? Do me a favour Do not do me any favours Okay, miss, what's your flavour? Do me a favour Do not do me any favours
[Verse 3: Loski, Stormzy] Now I'm with the stars, it's like constellation If I put your name in my songs, you'll be famous When I'm not around, you just put me onto your playlist Bankroll, baby, I ball like the Lakers Champagne faded, smoking on nuff flavours I got haters, fuck it, I get paper Word to J. Cole, she a hoe, I can't save her Keep switching beats, but really the drill saviour later Can't talk now, baby, later From thirteen with the hunnas like Major It's funny cah I got what I asked for Tellin' me you love me, do you put me in your prayer? Ayy yeah And ooh, girl, tell me, would you pray for me, stay for me? Had a really, really long day, build a J for me Ah, I need my lady and my blunt You love stiff chocolate, I'm still the flavour of the month, so
[Chorus: Loski, Stormzy] Okay, miss, what's your flavour? Do me a favour Do not do me any favours Okay, miss, what's your flavour? Do me a favour Do not do me any favours Okay, miss, what's your flavour? Do me a favour Do not do me any favours Okay, miss, what's your flavour? Do me a favour Do not do me any favours
[Outro: Loski] Okay, miss, what's your flavour? Do me a favour Do not do me any favours Okay, miss, what's your flavour? Do me a favour Do not do me any favours Steel BanglezTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
