paroles de chanson Flaws - Rich Homie Quan , 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
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
I'm
a
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
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
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
leashing
Thugger,
yeah,
No
leashing
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'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
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
with
my
dawgs
Flaws
and
all,
even
with
my
paw
Versace
drawers
for
your
broad
Flaws
and
all
1 Bitches
2 Draw Down
3 Flaws
4 Funny
5 Guarantee
6 Here
7 I Swear to God
8 Love Her
9 Myself
10 Oh Lord
11 She so so Crazy
12 Stay Focused
13 Still
14 Up up and Away
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