เนื้อเพลง Flaws - Young Thug

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

[Hook:]
Rose 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 or the school, I might listen to it

[Verse 1:]
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
I'm a fire shots off like I know Brian Nichols
I just might ride or die for my n*ggas
They talkin' life sentence I'll try with my n*ggas
And I will beat trial with my n*ggas
How you gon' eye my n*ggas?
Tell me, how you gon' try my n*ggas?
How you goin' back and forth 'bout my n*ggas?
Flaws and all my n*gga

[Bridge:]
Flaws and all, fell in with my dawgs
Flaws and all, even with my paw
Versace drawers for your broad
Flaws and all

[Hook:]
Rose 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 or the school, I might listen to it

[Verse 2:]
Tell me how you see a n*gga take the spots, and knock a n*gga 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'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*tch 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*tches and take em to the trenches

[Hook:]
Rose 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 or the school, I might listen to it

[Bridge:]
Flaws and all, fell in with my dawgs
Flaws and all, even with my paw
Versace drawers for your broad
Flaws and all