Young Thug Flaws lyrics

[Intro]
I be the Thugga
Who are you?
I don't know, I don't know
Ay, ay

[Hook]
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 at the school, I might listen to it

[Verse 1]
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?

[Bridge]
Flaws and all my nigga
Flaws and all, fell in wit my dawgs
Flaws and all, ay
Even with my paw
Versace drawers for your broad, flaws and all

[Hook]
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 at the school, I might listen to it

[Verse 2]
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

[Hook]
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 at the school, I might listen to it