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justin rarri - no flaws lyrics

[intro]
hmm+hmm, hmm
yeah

[chorus]
no flaws on a b+tch
ballin’ like i was a rockstar
with the spikes on my kicks
she want a little bit dolce gabana
prettier than my b+tch
that b+tch she bougie
she wanna show me a new ting
she wanna f+ck like the movie (hmm)
better keep watchin’ the movie (yeah, yeah, yeah)
she do not trust
know a n+gga got all these side b+tches on the top and he f+ckin’ on the bus, yeah
brodie he dealin’ with forty+five b+tches on the phone, every day another one, yeah
every day another one, yeah
lil’ pimp ain’t nothing but a bust, yeah
knock at the door
i got my jewelry fallin’ pick it up

[verse 1]
bad hoe, bad b+tches
out of the a, feelin’ like i’m the richest
bust at your noggin’, turn you to a nick
feelin’ like i’m medusa, controllin’ your b+tch
mad hoes, mad n+ggas
bro get the f+ck right up out of my mentions
chasin’ my body, they see how i did it
just f+cked on your sister, i thought she was pretty
i’m a, nice guy, yeah
yeah for sure (for sure)
she gon’ f+ck for the bread for sure (for sure)
that b+tch suckin’ the head to toe (toe)
i’ma get to the bread for sure (for sure)
fill my pocket right up with a knot (with a knot)
heard you f+ckin’ with regular thots (thots)
never did give a f+ck ’bout a opp
[chorus]
no flaws on a b+tch
ballin’ like i was a rockstar
with the spikes on my kicks
she want a little bit dolce gabana
prettier than my b+tch
that b+tch she bougie
she wanna show me a new ting
she wanna f+ck like the movie (hmm)
better keep watchin’ the movie (yeah, yeah, yeah)
she do not trust
know a n+gga got all these side b+tches on the top and he f+ckin’ on the bus, yeah
brodie he dealin’ with forty+five b+tches on the phone, every day another one, yeah
every day another one, yeah
lil’ pimp ain’t nothing but a bust, yeah
knock at the door
i got my jewelry fallin’ pick it up

[verse 2]
holdin’ my hand, tell her “hold my d+ck, n+gga, not my body” (my body)
twenty+four karats (four karats)
gotta [?] on the d+ck, excited (excited)
all the money coming in exotic (exotic)
if you talking on the bro it’s static
make a n+gga levitate like magic
i’ma chop a n+gga up no carrot (no carrot)
spend two, three bands, i’m poppin’, yeah (yeah)
b+tch i don’t fit in
f+ck a b+tch that i like when i finish
four thousand on top of the bed while i’m drillin’
she f+ck with a hype baby, she tryna to fit in
that n+gga move funny, he actin’ real distant
said he caught ’em lackin’, but really he didn’t
say he got a bl!cky, we keepin’ it real
gotta watch out for the ones in your city
never picked up none of my calls, you left me all alone
got a new bad b+tch with no flaws, i’m callin’ her red bone
fine with the bread, i just dead hoes
really i just like to stay alone
play with a stick and a draco, yeah (oh, oh)
[chorus]
no flaws on a b+tch
ballin’ like i was a rockstar
with the spikes on my kicks
she want a little bit dolce gabana
prettier than my b+tch
that b+tch she bougie
she wanna show me a new ting
she wanna f+ck like the movie (hmm)
better keep watchin’ the movie (yeah, yeah, yeah)
she do not trust
know a n+gga got all these side b+tches on the top and he f+ckin’ on the bus, yeah
brodie he dealin’ with forty+five b+tches on the phone, every day another one, yeah
every day another one, yeah
lil’ pimp ain’t nothing but a bust, yeah
knock at the door
i got my jewelry fallin’ pick it up (yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)

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