Step in my closet CC on my shirts
Autopilot the v in the skirt
Live life in private
I'm somewhere in Turks
With a lil shawty
Ain't came from the earth
Say she a player
She green every shot
Whole lotta haters
I count up some guap
Whole lotta flavors
Don't know what he got
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
He gotta whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors
Count up a whole lotta paper
Got me a whole lot of flavors
I got a whole lotta flavors
Each everyone got a tote bag
They keep it quiet they don't ask Butterfly whip where the doors at I keep on throwing the cash to flirt
I bought 100 new bags to work Hop in the V and I smash the skirt don't need a plea ima dash it first
Yeah got lotta flavors
She want some Louie V
She ain't basic
She want that Body By Raven Tracy
She want that new Chanel ona Daily
Keep a money bag
You keep it Ari baby
And I left out the city
I'm sorry baby
If you need something
Different than call me baby
And I play the position
You want it baby yeah
Step in my closet
CC on my shirts
Go autopilot the V in the skirt
Live life in private
I'm somewhere in Turks
With a lil shawty
Ain't came from the earth
Say she a player
She green every shot
Whole lotta haters
I count up some guap
Whole lotta flavors
Don't know what he got
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
He gotta whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors
Count up a whole lotta paper
Got me a whole lot of flavors
Parking lot party in a rafe
Only want designer where I stay Only keep the money in the safe Gotta lotta hundreds where I lay Gotta keep lil shawty in her place Tell her when to leave
And when to stay
Told me she ain't never left state
Now she got some friends in TSA
Yeah you want the Birkin
Than grab one
They know I stay with a bad one These niggas wishing they had one
Been popping up in a fast one Yeah she doing too much
And I dead it
Hop in the v and I shred it
They ain't tryna give me no credit Worry about me need to look at Ya credit yeah
Step in my closet CC on my shirts
Go autopilot the V in the skirt
Live life in private
I'm somewhere in Turks
With a lil shawty
Ain't came from the earth
Say she a player
She green every shot
Whole lotta haters
I count up some guap
Whole lotta flavors
Don't know what he got
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
He gotta whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors
Count up a whole lotta paper
Got me a whole lot of flavors
Amaru Quest - Flavas Lyrics
Amaru Quest - Flavas Lyrics
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Step in my closet CC on my shirts
Autopilot the v in the skirt
Live life in private
I'm somewhere in Turks
With a lil shawty
Ain't came from the earth
Say she a player
She green every shot
Whole lotta haters
I count up some guap
Whole lotta flavors
Don't know what he got
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
He gotta whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors
Count up a whole lotta paper
Got me a whole lot of flavors
I got a whole lotta flavors
Each everyone got a tote bag
They keep it quiet they don't ask Butterfly whip where the doors at I keep on throwing the cash to flirt
I bought 100 new bags to work Hop in the V and I smash the skirt don't need a plea ima dash it first
Yeah got lotta flavors
She want some Louie V
She ain't basic
She want that Body By Raven Tracy
She want that new Chanel ona Daily
Keep a money bag
You keep it Ari baby
And I left out the city
I'm sorry baby
If you need something
Different than call me baby
And I play the position
You want it baby yeah
Step in my closet
CC on my shirts
Go autopilot the V in the skirt
Live life in private
I'm somewhere in Turks
With a lil shawty
Ain't came from the earth
Say she a player
She green every shot
Whole lotta haters
I count up some guap
Whole lotta flavors
Don't know what he got
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
He gotta whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors
Count up a whole lotta paper
Got me a whole lot of flavors
Parking lot party in a rafe
Only want designer where I stay Only keep the money in the safe Gotta lotta hundreds where I lay Gotta keep lil shawty in her place Tell her when to leave
And when to stay
Told me she ain't never left state
Now she got some friends in TSA
Yeah you want the Birkin
Than grab one
They know I stay with a bad one These niggas wishing they had one
Been popping up in a fast one Yeah she doing too much
And I dead it
Hop in the v and I shred it
They ain't tryna give me no credit Worry about me need to look at Ya credit yeah
Step in my closet CC on my shirts
Go autopilot the V in the skirt
Live life in private
I'm somewhere in Turks
With a lil shawty
Ain't came from the earth
Say she a player
She green every shot
Whole lotta haters
I count up some guap
Whole lotta flavors
Don't know what he got
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
He gotta whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors
Count up a whole lotta paper
Got me a whole lot of flavors
Autopilot the v in the skirt
Live life in private
I'm somewhere in Turks
With a lil shawty
Ain't came from the earth
Say she a player
She green every shot
Whole lotta haters
I count up some guap
Whole lotta flavors
Don't know what he got
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
He gotta whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors
Count up a whole lotta paper
Got me a whole lot of flavors
I got a whole lotta flavors
Each everyone got a tote bag
They keep it quiet they don't ask Butterfly whip where the doors at I keep on throwing the cash to flirt
I bought 100 new bags to work Hop in the V and I smash the skirt don't need a plea ima dash it first
Yeah got lotta flavors
She want some Louie V
She ain't basic
She want that Body By Raven Tracy
She want that new Chanel ona Daily
Keep a money bag
You keep it Ari baby
And I left out the city
I'm sorry baby
If you need something
Different than call me baby
And I play the position
You want it baby yeah
Step in my closet
CC on my shirts
Go autopilot the V in the skirt
Live life in private
I'm somewhere in Turks
With a lil shawty
Ain't came from the earth
Say she a player
She green every shot
Whole lotta haters
I count up some guap
Whole lotta flavors
Don't know what he got
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
He gotta whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors
Count up a whole lotta paper
Got me a whole lot of flavors
Parking lot party in a rafe
Only want designer where I stay Only keep the money in the safe Gotta lotta hundreds where I lay Gotta keep lil shawty in her place Tell her when to leave
And when to stay
Told me she ain't never left state
Now she got some friends in TSA
Yeah you want the Birkin
Than grab one
They know I stay with a bad one These niggas wishing they had one
Been popping up in a fast one Yeah she doing too much
And I dead it
Hop in the v and I shred it
They ain't tryna give me no credit Worry about me need to look at Ya credit yeah
Step in my closet CC on my shirts
Go autopilot the V in the skirt
Live life in private
I'm somewhere in Turks
With a lil shawty
Ain't came from the earth
Say she a player
She green every shot
Whole lotta haters
I count up some guap
Whole lotta flavors
Don't know what he got
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
Whole lotta flavors
He gotta whole lotta flavors Whole lotta flavors
Count up a whole lotta paper
Got me a whole lot of flavors
Writer: Tyler Brazile
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