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 boujee
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 di*k, n*gga, not my body" (My body)
Twenty-four karats (Four karats)
Gotta nat on the di*k, 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 blicky, 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)