Young Thug - Flaws MP3 dan Lirik Lagu

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-ck that work i might not do it (psyche!)
like my daddy at the school, i might listen to it

my clothes they by elizabeth taylor baby
f-ck on your lil b-tch and get to moving with the skaters baby
i can go around the b-tch like equators baby
and i feel free like the mothaf-ckin' nature baby
that lil b-tch fit the description like a blazer baby
and she from l.a. just like the mothaf-ckin' laker baby
imma fire shots off like i know brian nichols
i just might ride or die for my n-gg-s
they talkin' life sentence i'll try with my n-gg-s
and i will beat trial with my n-gg-s
how you gon' eye my n-gg-s?
tell me, how you gon' try my n-gg-s?
how you goin' back and forth ‘bout my n-gg-s?

flaws and all my n-gg-
flaws and all, fell in wit my dawgs
flaws and all, ay
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-ck that work i might not do it (psyche!)
like my daddy at the school, i might listen to it

tell me how you see a n-gg- take the spots, and knock a n-gg- straight off his spots
i mean how the f-ck you think you gon beat the thugger
defeat the thugger, don't bleach young thugger
i mean how the f-ck, you'll need the thugger
you'll please the thugger, you'll eat the thugger
no leasing thugger, yeah, no leasing thugger
the b-tch so clean it's a shame no one love her
yeah, never love these b-tches
when i ran my' money up i started duckin' these b-tches
she eat the d-ck so much, i ain't never seen the b-tch in the mof-ckin' kitchen
baby i love you, in a house full of grown folks, baby i love you
swear to god, you my bread & b-tter
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-tch got cl-ss, 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-tches 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-ck that work i might not do it (psyche!)
like my daddy at the school, i might listen to it