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Southern Flavor

This track is an instrumental and has no lyrics.

day, her a** swoll, Baby bust it open, lollipop was in her mouth, She said she like my swag, I can tell she from the south, I beat that pu**** up, Guaranteed

the beat, then comes the rhyme The stance that's hard to keep you on time We'll add a little scratch to give some flavor So the mix'll be right for you

's start the show Supposed to only call me 'Lo But you can call me The Soul Machine Watch HEEEEYYYY YYEEAAAA See what I mean? Four million flavors of the southern

us, betta understand the game, these checks Not checkers, two chunked out chains we call dem double deckers, you comin for that saint nigga we bound to wreck ya My niggas add flavor

Money) My Bitches get (Money) Like the strippers get From the block to the club I make it rain (Money) In California niggas die (For the Money) From the south

y'all get some dough Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow Moving out your neighborhood But I walk through the ghetto and the flavor's good Little

[Travie McCoy:] So many different flavors So many shapes and sizes You comin' with me and you goin' with Iyaz No surprises, I put it all on the table

met the spice girls there for tea They lost one more they're down from four to my favorite number three But they're still quite spicy as the orange flavor