Young Dro — Flavor

[Chorus: Young Dro] My belt, my shoes, my pants, that's flavor My braud, her ass, her bag, that's flavor This Bentley, this Chevy, this [?], that's flavor I grind, this paper, that bag, that's flavor [Verse 1: T.I.] Everyday, wake up Dress up, keep flexin House on the hill, 5 mill, no nabors My life straight flavor, a mill, [?] Say what? She will So what, don't care Bankrolls falling off of me, you get off of me Your bitch say "he's too soft for me" Can't keep her off of me I know shauty gon get with the program Give it to her, shout out to the whole gram Rep [?] she say "war" now Fuck her hard, shauty hollar "slow down" Redekerate her pussy, add some flavor to it Girl, I'm getting cold now Shauty, I don't wanna spoil you Take you somewhere and enjoy you Lay you down and explore your body, [?] I'm drippin, this shit is ignerent [?] [Chorus: Young Dro] My belt, my shoes, my pants, that's flavor My braud, her ass, her bag, that's flavor This Bentley, this Chevy, this [?], that's flavor I grind, this paper, that bag, that's flavor [Verse 2: Tokyo Jetz] Keep throwin salt up on the sauce, [?] And I be thumbing through that shit, [?] paper Red on the bottom, shit cost for that Run through it, you gon have to take a loss for that Boss bitch, I ain't never been the type to type Bitch [?] My weev, my whip, my bitch, that's flavor Got 9, still mad, fuck next, that's later Them C's, Shanell, your bitch, can't get Pop bottles, I sparkel, they cut me it's lit Drippin up in here Standing on the sofa, don't sit here Fire red bitch, and I'm super sick You don't get it, then you gotta be a stupid bitch My kicks, they out, my plug, that's flavor Fuck niggas, get money,I'm stuntin, that's flavor [Chorus: Young Dro] My belt, my shoes, my pants, that's flavor My braud, her ass, her bag, that's flavor This Bentley, this Chevy, this [?], that's flavor I grind, this paper, that bag, that's flavor [Verse 3: Young Dro] This the real deal, I'm fresh as a bitch here Like Cool J, look at my [?] It's impossible to take my bitch here Everybody red bottoms, look at my clique here Roll my own weed, [?] Everybody walk, we talk red And we got guns on them, lay it down 30 round magazeen, we gon spray, [?] She give me deepthroat [?] I'm a player, by the way, I got flavor Candy everything, bitch now not later Gator crocks, those are good [?] those are good Them hoes are good Phone tapped, don't expose the goods Gotta keep 'm in the Bentley truck [?] fuck Burkin bags, everything flavor That's fresh, hey, look at my nabor [?], my dick go dumb The only thing that Dro gave her [Chorus: Young Dro] My belt, my shoes, my pants, that's flavor My braud, her ass, her bag, that's flavor This Bentley, this Chevy, this [?], that's flavor I grind, this paper, that bag, that's flavor