Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flava, artist - Young Thug. Album song No Pen No Pad, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Richhomiezent
Song language: English
Flava |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Thugga Thugga my brother, Thugga Thugga my brother |
Quan! |
(We got London on the track) |
Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex |
And I pull up on that lil nigga, Bowflex a nigga, know that ay |
Where your heart at? |
I’m gon pour that out like Moet |
And she know that she the bomb, nigga, Lotus ay |
And the bitch, ya know they fuckin and they suckin |
When they get inside the bed with me and Mayo |
And she fuckin' if I say so, plus she suckin' if I say so |
And she love it if I say so |
And we fuck 'em, we don’t pay 'em |
How the fuck we gon' buy if we don’t pay 'em? |
I’ma cum a week later |
I’ma spread that pussy out like an acre |
She on the cover of Fader |
And she say it’s my time like Flava |
Plus she know I ain’t fishin, but I bait 'em |
And I’m livin' like Flava |
Yeah, got the chopper with the Mac |
In the back with the stacks, nigga pull up in a new car |
Long nose bout the flow nigga |
Pull up out the door nigga, fuck and get a murder show |
Been a hunter and a gunna and a stunna |
Nigga get money representin' uptown |
Big B’s with a few C’s |
For the money it’ll be your own people on ya (action) |
Big mansion with the OV |
Backyard with the young nigga, lowkey |
Five stars, nigga, ball like a real G |
New cars, nigga, serve it like it’s 10 a key |
Got a mill in em bitches |
Fuckin' niggas bitches, iced out, fully loaded |
100 mills still flippin |
Check a nigga digits, make a young nigga gun blow |
Hot nigga, don’t stop |
Big money nigga gon' pop |
One stop, get yo life took |
Big money, bitches gon look |
Flashy classy |
For the money we dash it |
Fuck em, pass em |
How we did it outlast em |
Tell the bitch I’m comin' over 3 AM |
So she betta have her muthafuckin' clothes off (what?) |
One of me, three of them |
And ya know that I’m a pimp just booted up, I ain’t bout to doze off |
Lil nigga, you a shrimp walking' with a limp |
I ain’t have to say a word the bitch took her clothes off |
Love shit to make me sleepy, love Xan, love percocet |
All these drugs got me throwed off |
I love my bitch, I can’t go without her |
I’mma give her my seed, no sunflower |
I got strong genes, my little boy look just like me |
I ain’t tryna be what ya like, no I’m not (I'm talkin' bout whip gun) |
Pulled up with that nigga bitch in the car |
Now her baby daddy wanna fight me |
That pump, man, make him jump, man |
You would think his ass was sponsored by Nike |
I’m every little kid’s idol, got more verses than the Bible |
The lifestyle I live here priceless |
Pull up on yo ass like a diaper |
Grippin on my nuts like Michael |
I see shit before it happen like a psychic |
Get yo bitch, don’t want that broke ho around me |
And me and Thug still on the run so fuck yo bounty |
I love my girl so much, that money, I let her count it |
(Thugga Thugga) |
Call yo bitch and tell her I need some mechanical |
Plus she make me stand out like a ruler |
Even though I don’t got all my strolls |
I’mma pull up on lil momma with the doors off |
I’mma treat myself and buy myself a rollie |
Then I walk into a party full of cougars, slow |
This just might be an interesting white-t |
Yeah nigga, this a crew cut |
Crew cut, momma say yo crew cut |
On that GT, pop for me oooh-ee |
And she come and let me ride like Uber |
Then I teach lil momma how to ride it smoother |
Baby girl, gimme clues, no blues uh |
Parallel, I fuck her right by the Buddha |
Baby, all on my Insta no -tution |
Hate leavin' me when she go to school |
Can’t drink it, I’mma dive in it |
Got a ride round with me, make it play |
Make her feel like I got tires in it |
And I’m sorry I was seein' yo lady |
Fuck bitch, don’t ever tryna play me |
Bruh I’m sorry I was feedin' yo baby |
FIrst time seen a real nigga make it |
Sittin at the top, I’m bored no neighbor |
Thugga Thugga |