| My belt, my shoes, my pants, that’s flavor
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| My braud, her ass, her bag, that’s flavor
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| This Bentley, this Chevy, this, that’s flavor
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| I grind, this paper, that bag, that’s flavor
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| Everyday, wake up
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| Dress up, keep flexin
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| House on the hill, 5 mill, no nabors
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| My life straight flavor, a mill,
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| Say what? |
| She will
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| So what, don’t care
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| Bankrolls falling off of me, you get off of me
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| Your bitch say «he's too soft for me»
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| Can’t keep her off of me
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| I know shauty gon get with the program
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| Give it to her, shout out to the whole gram
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| Rep she say «war» now
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| Fuck her hard, shauty hollar «slow down»
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| Redekerate her pussy, add some flavor to it
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| Girl, I’m getting cold now
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| Shauty, I don’t wanna spoil you
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| Take you somewhere and enjoy you
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| Lay you down and explore your body,
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| I’m drippin, this shit is ignerent
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| My belt, my shoes, my pants, that’s flavor
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| My braud, her ass, her bag, that’s flavor
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| This Bentley, this Chevy, this, that’s flavor
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| I grind, this paper, that bag, that’s flavor
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| Keep throwin salt up on the sauce,
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| And I be thumbing through that shit, paper
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| Red on the bottom, shit cost for that
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| Run through it, you gon have to take a loss for that
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| Boss bitch, I ain’t never been the type to type
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| Bitch
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| My weev, my whip, my bitch, that’s flavor
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| Got 9, still mad, fuck next, that’s later
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| Them C’s, Shanell, your bitch, can’t get
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| Pop bottles, I sparkel, they cut me it’s lit
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| Drippin up in here
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| Standing on the sofa, don’t sit here
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| Fire red bitch, and I’m super sick
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| You don’t get it, then you gotta be a stupid bitch
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| My kicks, they out, my plug, that’s flavor
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| Fuck niggas, get money, I'm stuntin, that’s flavor
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| My belt, my shoes, my pants, that’s flavor
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| My braud, her ass, her bag, that’s flavor
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| This Bentley, this Chevy, this, that’s flavor
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| I grind, this paper, that bag, that’s flavor
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| This the real deal, I’m fresh as a bitch here
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| Like Cool J, look at my
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| It’s impossible to take my bitch here
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| Everybody red bottoms, look at my clique here
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| Roll my own weed,
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| Everybody walk, we talk red
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| And we got guns on them, lay it down
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| 30 round magazeen, we gon spray,
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| She give me deepthroat
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| I’m a player, by the way, I got flavor
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| Candy everything, bitch now not later
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| Gator crocks, those are good
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| those are good
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| Them hoes are good
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| Phone tapped, don’t expose the goods
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| Gotta keep 'm in the Bentley truck
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| fuck
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| Burkin bags, everything flavor
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| That’s fresh, hey, look at my nabor
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| , my dick go dumb
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| The only thing that Dro gave her
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| My belt, my shoes, my pants, that’s flavor
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| My braud, her ass, her bag, that’s flavor
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| This Bentley, this Chevy, this, that’s flavor
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| I grind, this paper, that bag, that’s flavor |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flavor , by - Young Dro. Song from the album I Am Legend 2 Mixtape (Hosted By DJ Scream), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп