Flavor lyrics

[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 b*tch 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
f*ck her hard, shauty hollar "slow down"
Redekerate her pus*y, 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 sh*t 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 sh*t, [?] paper
Red on the bottom, sh*t cost for that
Run through it, you gon have to take a loss for that
Boss b*tch, I ain't never been the type to type
b*tch [?]
My weev, my whip, my b*tch, that's flavor
Got 9, still mad, f*ck next, that's later
Them C's, Shanell, your b*tch, 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 b*tch, and I'm super sick
You don't get it, then you gotta be a stupid b*tch
My kicks, they out, my plug, that's flavor
f*ck n*ggas, 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 b*tch here
Like Cool J, look at my [?]
It's impossible to take my b*tch 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, b*tch 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
[?] f*ck
Burkin bags, everything flavor
That's fresh, hey, look at my nabor
[?], my di*k 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