Rich Homie Quan - Flava lyrics

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Rich Homie Quan - Flava lyrics

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan] Yeah, yeah, yeah (Rich Gang) Yeah, yeah, yeah Thugga Thugga my brother, Thugga Thugga my brother Quan! (We got London on the track) [Hook: Young Thug] Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex And I pull up on that lil n***a, Bowflex a n***a, know that ay Where your heart at? I'm gon pour that out like Moet And she know that she the bomb, n***a, Lotus ay And the b**h, ya know they f**in and they s**in When they get inside the bed with me and Mayo And she f**in' if I say so, plus she s**in' if I say so And she love it if I say so And we f** 'em, we don't pay 'em How the f** we gon' buy if we don't pay 'em? I'ma come a week later I'ma spread that p**y out like an acre She on the cover of Fader And she say it's my time like Flava Plus she know I ain't fishin, but I bait 'em And I'm livin' like Flava [Verse 1: Birdman] Yeah, got the chopper with the Mac In the back with the stacks, n***a pull up in a new car Long nose bout the flow n***a Pull up out the door n***a, f** and get a murder show Been a hunter and a gunna and a stunna n***a get money representin' uptown Big B's with a few C's For the money it'll be your own people on ya (action) Big mansion with the OV Backyard with the young n***a, lowkey Five stars, n***a, ball like a real G New cars, n***a, serve it like it's 10 a key Got a mill in em b**hes f**in' n***as b**hes, iced out, fully loaded 100 mills still flippin Check a n***a digits, make a young n***a gun blow Hot n***a, don't stop Big money n***a gon' pop One stop, get yo life took Big money, b**hes gon look Flashy cla**y For the money we dash it f** em, pa** em How we did it outlast em [Hook: Young Thug & Rich Home Quan] Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex And I pull up on that lil n***a, Bowflex a n***a, know that ay Where your heart at? I'm gon pour that out like Moet And she know that she the bomb, n***a, Lotus ay And the b**h, ya know they f**in and they s**in When they get inside the bed with me and Mayo And she f**in' if I say so, plus she s**in' if I say so And she love it if I say so And we f** 'em, we don't pay 'em How the f** we gon' buy if we don't pay 'em? I'ma come a week later I'ma spread that p**y out like an acre She on the cover of Fader And she say it's my time like Flava Plus she know I ain't fishin, but I bait 'em And I'm livin' like Flava [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] Tell the b**h I'm comin' over 3 AM So she betta have her muthaf**in' clothes off (what?) One of me, three of them And ya know that I'm a pimp just booted up, I ain't bout to doze off Lil n***a, you a shrimp walking' with a limp I ain't have to say a word the b**h took her clothes off Love sh** to make me sleepy, love Xan, love percocet All these d** got me throwed off I love my b**h, I can't go without her I'mma give her my seed, no sunflower I got strong genes, my little boy look just like me I ain't tryna be with your woman, I one night her Pulled up with that n***a b**h in the car Now her baby daddy wanna fight me That pump, man, make him jump, man You would think his a** was sponsored by Nike I'm every little kid's idol, got more verses than the Bible The lifestyle I live here priceless Pull up on yo a** like a diaper Grippin on my nuts like Michael I see sh** before it happen like a psychic Get yo b**h, don't want that broke ho around me And me and Thug still on the run so f** yo bounty I love my girl so much, that money, I let her count it (Thugga Thugga) [Hook: Young Thug] Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex And I pull up on that lil n***a, Bowflex a n***a, know that ay Where your heart at? I'm gon pour that out like Moet And she know that she the bomb, n***a, Lotus ay And the b**h, ya know they f**in and they s**in When they get inside the bed with me and Mayo And she f**in' if I say so, plus she s**in' if I say so And she love it if I say so And we f** 'em, we don't pay 'em How the f** we gon' buy if we don't pay 'em? I'ma come a week later I'ma spread that p**y out like an acre She on the cover of Fader And she say it's my time like Flava Plus she know I ain't fishin, but I bait 'em And I'm livin' like Flava [Verse 3: Young Thug] Call yo b**h and tell her I need some mechanical Plus she make me stand out like a ruler Even though I don't got all my strolls I'mma pull up on lil momma with the doors off I'mma treat myself and buy myself a rollie Then I walk into a party full of hookahs This just might be an interesting white-t Yeah n***a, this a crew cut Crew cut, momma say yo crew cut On that GT, pop for me oooh-ee And she come and let me ride like Uber Then I teach lil momma how to ride it smoother Baby girl, gimme clues, no blues uh Parallel, I f** her right by the Buddha Baby, all on my Insta no -tution Hate leavin' me when she go to school Kendrick, I'mma dive in it Got a ride round with me, make it play Make her feel like I got tires in it And I'm sorry I was seein' yo lady f** b**h, don't ever tryna play me Bruh I'm sorry I was feedin' yo baby FIrst time seen a real n***a make it Sittin at the top, I'm bored no neighbor Thugga Thugga [Hook: Young Thug] Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex And I pull up on that lil n***a, Bowflex a n***a, know that ay Where your heart at? I'm gon pour that out like Moet And she know that she the bomb, n***a, Lotus ay And the b**h, ya know they f**in and they s**in When they get inside the bed with me and Mayo And she f**in' if I say so, plus she s**in' if I say so And she love it if I say so And we f** 'em, we don't pay 'em How the f** we gon' buy if we don't pay 'em? I'ma come a week later I'ma spread that p**y out like an acre She on the cover of Fader And she say it's my time like Flava Plus she know I ain't fishin, but I bait 'em And I'm livin' like Flava

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