Flaws (Prod. By Isaac Flame) - Young Thug
Written by：Young Thug
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 sh*t by the four cause I'm not a shrimp
Man I do it put that sh*t 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
My clothes they by elizabeth taylor baby
F**k on your lil b**ch and get to moving with the skaters baby
I can go around the b**ch like equators baby
And I feel free like the mothaf**kin' nature baby
That lil b**ch 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 ni**a
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 sh*t by the four cause I'm not a shrimp
Man I do it put that sh*t 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
Tell me how you see a ni**a take the spots
And knock a ni**a 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 b**ch so clean it's a shame no one love her
Yeah never love these b**ches
When I ran my' money up I started duckin' these b**ches
She eat the dick so much
I ain't never seen the b**ch 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 b**ch 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 b**ches 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 sh*t by the four cause I'm not a shrimp
Man I do it put that sh*t 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
Flaws and all fell in wit my dawgs
Flaws and all even with my paw
Versace drawers for your broad
Flaws and all