Young Thug

Young Thug - Flaws lyrics

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[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 shit by the four 'cause I'm not a shrimp

Man I do it, put that shit on everything she know I do it

f**k that work I might not do it (sike!)

Like my daddy or the school, I might listen to it



[Verse 1]

My clothes they by Elizabeth Taylor baby

f**k on your lil bitch and get to moving with the skaters baby

I can go around the bitch like equators baby

And I feel free like the mothaf**kin' nature baby

That lil bitch fit the description like a blazer baby

And she from L.A. just like the mothaf**kin' Laker baby

Imma fire shots off like I know Brian Nichols

I just might ride or die for my niggas

They talkin' life sentence I'll try with my niggas

And I will beat trial with my niggas

How you gon' eye my niggas?

Tell me, how you gon' try my niggas?

How you goin' back and forth 'bout my niggas?

Flaws and all my nigga



[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 shit by the four 'cause I'm not a shrimp

Man I do it, put that shit on everything she know I do it

f**k 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 nigga take the spots, and knock a nigga straight off his spots

I mean how the f**k you think you gon beat the Thugger

Defeat the Thugger, Don't bleach Young Thugger

I mean how the f**k, you'll need the Thugger

You'll please the Thugger, you'll eat the Thugger

No leasing Thugger, yeah, No leasing Thugger

The bitch so clean it's a shame no one love her

Yeah, never love these bitches

When I ran my' money up I started duckin' these bitches

She eat the dick so much, I ain't never seen the bitch in the mof**kin' kitchen

Baby I love you, in a house full of grown folks, baby I love you

Swear to God, you my bread & butter

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 bitch got class, 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 bitches 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 shit by the four 'cause I'm not a shrimp

Man I do it, put that shit on everything she know I do it

f**k 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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