Young Thug - Flaws lyrics

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Young Thug - Flaws lyrics

[Intro] I be the Thugga Who are you? I don't know, I don't know Ay, ay [Hook] Rosé goin' right inside the kitchen I might be a lame if I don't pay that ho tuition I find out like two weeks ago that I was pimp I don't stack that sh** by the four ‘cause I'm not a shrimp Man I do it, put that sh** on everything she know I do it f** that work I might not do it (Psyche!) Like my daddy or the school, I might listen to it [Verse 1] My clothes they by Elizabeth Taylor baby f** on your lil b**h and get to moving with the skaters baby I can go around the b**h like equators baby And I feel free like the mothaf**in' nature baby That lil b**h fit the description like a blazer baby And she from L.A. just like the mothaf**in' Laker baby Imma fire shots off like I know Brian Nichols I just might ride or die for my n***as They talkin' life sentence I'll try with my n***as And I will beat trial with my n***as How you gon' eye my n***as? Tell me, how you gon' try my n***as? How you goin' back and forth ‘bout my n***as? Flaws and all my n***a [Bridge] Flaws and all, fell in wit my dawgs Flaws and all, even with my paw Versace drawers for your broad Flaws and all [Hook] Rosé goin right inside the kitchen I might be a lame if I don't pay that ho tuition I find out like two weeks ago that I was pimp I don't stack that sh** by the four ‘cause I'm not a shrimp Man I do it, put that sh** on everything she know I do it f** that work I might not do it (Psyche!) Like my daddy or the school, I might listen to it [Verse 2] Tell me how you see a n***a take the spots, and knock a n***a straight off his spots I mean how the f** you think you gon beat the Thugger Defeat the Thugger, Don't bleach Young Thugger I mean how the f**, you'll need the Thugger You'll please the Thugger, you'll eat the Thugger No leasing Thugger, yeah, No leasing Thugger The b**h so clean it's a shame no one love her Yeah, never love these b**hes When I ran my' money up I started duckin' these b**hes She eat the dick so much, I ain't never seen the b**h in the mof**in' kitchen Baby I love you, in a house full of grown folks, baby I love you Swear to God, you my bread & bu*ter You can get my all if the Feds destroy us I'ma keep my feet in these streets Like a “d” we can go straight overseas Put purple in my brain just like a leaf If the b**h got cla**, yea she can come with me I ain't gotta tell these hoes, they know I'm prince of the city I just might pull up with bad b**hes and take em to the trenches [Hook] Rosé goin right inside the kitchen I might be a lame if I don't pay that ho tuition I find out like two weeks ago that I was pimp I don't stack that sh** by the four ‘cause I'm not a shrimp Man I do it, put that sh** on everything she know I do it f** that work I might not do it (Psyche!) Like my daddy or the school, I might listen to it [Bridge] Flaws and all, fell in wit my dawgs Flaws and all, even with my paw Versace drawers for your broad Flaws and all

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