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letra de no flaws - justin rarri

[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)

- justin rarri

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