[Intro: Fuego Bentley]
(phone rings and conversation starts)
I need you
You got Flavour
Ohh you got some Flavour
Damn you got that Flavour baby
I need you
I need you
When I'm alone in my room I stare at the wall when U look at your phone & see those 4 missed calls....... i need you
[Chorus: Fuego Bentley]
You got it
Ooo yea you got it baby
You got it
Yea yea you got it baby
You got Flavour
You got it
Damn girl you got it baby
You got it
Ooo yea you got it baby
I swear you got that Flavour
You got it
Yea yea you got it baby
You got it
Damn girl you got it baby
I just wanna taste yo Flavour
You got it
Ooo yea you got it baby
You got it
Damn girl you got it baby
[Verse: Fuego Bentley]
I can't worry about the competition
Lately I've been having vivid visions
I need someone take my phone for me when I'm drinking cuz Im making bad decisions
Tom Cruise when I'm on a mission
You the only thing I'm really missing
Even if the pussy wet never catch me slipping, that's just how I'm living, i don't even feel it
Damn shorty got that flavor, yeah
Popping bet chu you got haters, yeah
All these hoes so plastic , yeah
Too focused on the paper trail
These niggas too basic, yeah
Love me or just hate it, yeah
You ain't ever gotta fake it, yeah
I've been working on my patience, yeah
Cappin, cuz they so tasteless, yea
You can tell me how you feel
You can keep it real, i just want to taste it, yeah
Your flavor so blatant, yeah
I been feeling so impatient, yeah
Real nigga smell the fragrance, yeah
I've been going to some pain this year
Real talk, I'm so gracious, yeah
She just wanna feel the the greatness, yeah
My energy so contagious, yeah
I don't wanna play favorites, yeah
Balling like I'm Baron Davis, yeah
Cameras clicking like I'm famous, yeah
Lights flash, that's like cash, every day feel like Vegas, yeah
[Chorus: Fuego Bentley]
Cause girl you got that flavor
You got it
Yeah Yeah you got it baby
You got it
Damn girl you got it baby
I just wanna taste yo Flavor
You got it
Ooo yeah you got it baby
You got it
Damn girl you got it baby
You got that flavor baby
I need ya
I need ya
When im alone in my room
I stare at the wall
When you look at your phone
See those four missed calls
I need ya
[Verse: Fuego Bentley]
Know you don't like it when I'm on the road
Tell me to stay but girl I'm on the go
Money keep coming got money to blow
Macaulay Cogan when you home alone
Whip thru the city like baby I'm home
Get it i got it did this on my own
The more i keep working the more you keep hurting but imma surprise you with tickets to Rome
I need a shorty to understand
I need a shorty to be patient
I need a shorty to be forgiving
When i foul out & im too flagrant
Fell in love with yo body
But i still respect yo mind, time
Waits for no man
With the program
Imma make you mine
Roll a blunt till you smoke away your fears
Pour the bottle till you drink away your tears
Michael Jackson at the highest volume
I been staring deep at the man in the mirror
Like, who the fuck is you
I swear, nigga you changed
You got so much to prove
I took the picture out the frame
I got nothing else to lose
I run away from all of my problems
Just to run back to you
We on fire feel the vapors
Moving up like an elevator
These Frequencies, hard to believe, please don't leave me
Cause Girl you got that flavor
[Chorus: Fuego Bentley]
You got it
Ooo yea you got it baby
You got it
Yea yea you got it baby
You got Flavour
You got it
Damn girl you got it baby
You got it
Ooo yea you got it baby
I swear you got that Flavour
You got it
Yea yea you got it baby
You got it
Damn girl you got it baby
I just wanna taste yo Flavour
You got it
Ooo yea you got it baby
You got it
Damn girl you got it baby
Ooo you got that flavor
[Outro: Fuego Bentley]
I need ya
When I'm alone in my room
I stare at the wall
When I look at my phone
And see those four missed calls
I need ya..
I need ya...
Oooo you got that flavor baby
Yeah
I swear you got that flavor
When ima alone in my room
I stare at the wall
When I look at my phone
And see those four missed calls
I need ya
