Rich Homie Quan、Young Thug - Flaws (Explicit)

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 s**t by the four 'cause I'm not a shrimp

Man I do it put that s**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***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**kin' nature baby

That lil B***h fit the description like a blazer baby

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

I'm a 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

Flaws and all fell in with 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 s**t by the four 'cause I'm not a shrimp

Man I do it put that s**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 n***a take the spots and knock a

N***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***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 d**k so much I ain't never seen the B***h 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'm a 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 class yea she can come with me

I ain't gotta tell these h*es they know I'm prince of the city

I just might pull up with bad B*****s 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 s**t by the four 'cause I'm not a shrimp

Man I do it put that s**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 with my dawgs

Flaws and all even with my paw

Versace drawers for your broad

Flaws and all