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flava - young thug lyrics

[intro: rich homie quan]
yeah, yeah, yeah
talk to ’em, n-gga
yeah, yeah, yeah
thugger thugger my brother
thugger thugger my brother
hahaha, the remedy
hah, quan!
we got london on da track
rich gang, n-gga!

[chorus: young thug & rich homie quan]
cop a rollie, yes a rolex
and i pull up on that lil’ n-gga, bowflex a n-gga, know that, ayy (what?)
where your heart at? i’m gon’ pour that out like moet
and she know that she the bomb, n-gga, lotus, ayy (real n-gga)
and these b-tches know they f-ckin’ and they suckin’
when they get inside the bed with me and mayo, ayy (woo, woo, woo!)
and she f-ckin’ if i say so, plus she suckin’ if i say so
and she love it if i say so
and we f-ck ’em, we don’t pay ’em (what?)
how the f-ck i’m gon’ buy if i don’t pay ’em? (yeah, n-gga, yeah)
i’ma come a week later (hah!)
i’ma spread that p-ssy out like a acre (acre…)
she on the cover of fader (fader…)
and she say it’s my time like flava (flava…)
plus i ain’t never went fishin’, but i bait ’em
and i’m livin’ like flava (real n-gga)

[verse 1: birdman]
yeah, yeah
got the chopper with the mac in the back with the stacks, n-gga
pull up in a new car (skrrrt)
long nose ’bout the flow, n-gga, pull up out the door n-gga
f-ck and get a murder show (a murder show)
been a hunter and a gunna and a stunna, n-gga
gettin’ money representin’ uptown (uptown)
big bs with a few cs
for the money it’ll be your own people on you: action!
big mansion with the ov
backyard with the young n-gga, lowkey (lowkey)
five stars, n-gga, ball like a real g (real g)
new cars, n-gga, serve it like it’s 10 a key (10 a key)
got a mill’ in ’em b-tches
f-ckin’ n-ggas b-tches, iced out, fully loaded (fully loaded, drippin’)
100 mill’ still flippin’
check a n-gga digits, make a young n-gga gun blow (bah!)
hot n-gga, don’t stop (bah!)
big money n-gga gon’ pop (bah!)
one stop, get yo life took (bah!)
big money, b-tches gon’ look (ya heard?)
flashy cl-ssy (cl-ssy)
for the money we dashing (dashing)
f-ck em, p-ss ’em (p-ss ’em)
how we did it outlast ’em
blatt!

[chorus: young thug rich homie quan & both]
cop a rollie, yes a rolex
and i pull up on that lil’ n-gga, bowflex a n-gga, know that, ayy (what?)
where your heart at? i’m gon’ pour that out like moet
and she know that she the bomb, n-gga, lotus, ayy (real n-gga)
and these b-tches know they f-ckin’ and they suckin’
when they get inside the bed with me and mayo, ayy (woo, woo, woo!)
and she f-ckin’ if i say so, plus she suckin’ if i say so
and she love it if i say so
and we f-ck ’em, we don’t pay ’em (what?)
how the f-ck i’m gon’ buy if i don’t pay ’em? (yeah, n-gga, yeah)
i’ma come a week later (hah!)
i’ma spread that p-ssy out like a acre (acre…)
she on the cover of fader (fader…)
and she say it’s my time like flava (flava…)
plus i ain’t never went fishin’, but i bait ’em
and i’m livin’ like flava (real n-gga)

[verse 2: rich homie quan]
rich homie!
tell the b-tch i’m comin’ over 3 am
so she better have her m-th-f-ckin’ clothes off (what?)
one of me, three of them
and you know that i’m a pimp
just booted up, i ain’t ’bout to doze off (nah)
lil’ n-gga, you a shrimp walking with a limp (yeah, yeah)
i ain’t have to say a word the b-tch took her clothes off (yeah, yeah)
love sh-t to make me sleepy, love xan, love percocet (hey, hey)
all these drugs got me tho’d off
i love my b-tch, i can’t go without her
wanna give her my seed, no sunflower
i got strong genes, my little boy look just like me
i ain’t tryna be with you, woman, i one night ya
(drop the top off my whip, then i)
pulled up with that n-gga b-tch in the car
now her baby daddy wanna fight me (hah, ayy)
that pump, man, make him jump, man(fo, fo, fo!)
you would think his -ss was sponsored by nike (fo!)
i’m every little kid’s idol, got more verses than the bible (yeah)
the lifestyle i live here priceless (what?)
pull up on yo -ss like a diaper (what?)
grippin’ on my nuts like michael (hey)
i see sh-t before it happen like a psychic (i do)
get yo b-tch, don’t want that broke ho around me (get back)
and me and thug still on the run so f-ck yo bounty (for real)
i love my girl so much, that money, i let her count it
(thugger tell ’em)

[verse 3: young thug & rich homie quan]
call yo b-tch and tell her i need some mechanical
plus she make me stand up like a ruler, hey
even though i don’t got all my strolls
i’ma pull up on lil’ mama with the doors off, hey
i’ma treat myself and buy myself a rollie
then i walk into a party full of cougars, oh
this just might be an interesting white-t
yeah n-gga, this a crew cut
crew cut, mama say your crew cut
on that gt, pop for me, ooh-wee
and she come and let me ride like uber
then i teach lil’ mama how to ride it smoother
baby girl, gimme clues, no blues, uh
parallel, i f-ck her right by the buddha
baby, all on my insta, no -tution
hate leavin’ me when she go to school, uh
kendrick, look i’ma dive in
got her ridin’ round with me, make a play
make her feel like i got ties in it
and i’m sorry i was seein’ your lady
f-ck b-tch, don’t never try to play me
bruh, i’m sorry i was feedin’ yo baby
first time seen a real n-gga make it
sittin’ at the top, i’m bored, no neighbor
(thugger, tell ’em)

- young thug lyrics

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