Flaws 歌词

I be the Thugga Who are you? I don't know, I don't know Ay, ay 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 Fuck that work I might not do it (Psyche!) Like my daddy or the school, I might listen to it My clothes they by Elizabeth Taylor baby Fuck 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 mothafuckin' nature baby That lil bitch fit the description like a blazer baby And she from L.A. just like the mothafuckin' 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 Flaws and all, fell in wit my dawgs Flaws and all, even with my paw Versace drawers for your broad Flaws and all 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 Fuck that work I might not do it (Psyche!) Like my daddy or the school, I might listen to it Tell me how you see a nigga take the spots, and knock a nigga straight off his spots I mean how the fuck you think you gon beat the Thugger Defeat the Thugger, Don’t bleach Young Thugger I mean how the fuck, 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 mofuckin' 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 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 Fuck that work I might not do it (Psyche!) Like my daddy or the school, I might listen to it Flaws and all, fell in wit my dawgs Flaws and all, even with my paw Versace drawers for your broad Flaws and all