Justin Rarri – No Flaws Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics No Flaws – Justin Rarri

No flaws on a b**ch
Ballin’ like I was a rockstar
With the spikes on my kicks
She want a little bit Dolce Gabana
Prettier than my b**ch
That b**ch she boujee
She wanna show me a new ting
She wanna f**k like the movie
Better keep watchin’ the movie

She do not trust
Know a n**ga got all these side b**ches
On the top and he f**kin’ on the bus, yeah
Brodie he dealin’ with forty-five b**ches 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

Bad h*e, bad b**ches
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**ch
Mad h*es, mad n**gas
Bro get the f**k right up out of my mentions
Chasin’ my body, they see how I did it
Just f**ked on your sister, I thought she was pretty

I’m a.. nice guy, yeah
Yeah for sure, she gon’ f**k for the bread for sure
That b**ch suckin’ the head to toe
I’ma get to the bread for sure
Fill my pocket right up with a knot
Heard you f**kin’ with regular thots
Never did give a f**k ’bout a opp

No flaws on a b**ch
Ballin’ like I was a rockstar
With the spikes on my kicks
She want a little bit Dolce Gabana
Prettier than my b**ch
That b**ch she bougie
She wanna show me a new ting
She wanna f**k like the movie
Better keep watchin’ the movie

She do not trust
Know a n**ga got all these side b**ches
On the top and he f**kin’ on the bus, yeah
Brodie he dealin’ with forty-five b**ches 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

Holdin’ my hand, tell her
Hold my deeck, n**ga, not my body
Twenty-four karats
Gotta nat on the deeck, excited
All the money coming in exotic
If you talking on the bro it’s static
Make a n**ga levitate like magic
I’ma chop a n**ga up no carrot
Spend two, three bands, I’m poppin’, yeah

B**ch I don’t fit in
F**k a b**ch that I like when I finish
Four thousand on top of the bed while I’m drillin’
She f**k with a hype baby, she tryna to fit in
That n**ga 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**ch with no flaws, I’m callin’ her red bone
Fine with the bread, I just dead h*es
Really I just like to stay alone
Play with a stick and a draco, yeah

No flaws on a b**сh
Ballin’ like I was a rockstar
With the spikes on my kicks
She want a little bit Dolce Gabana
Prettier than my b**ch
That b**ch she bougie
She wanna show me a new ting
She wanna f**k like the movie
Better keep watchin’ the movie

She do not trust
Know a n**ga got all these side b**ches
On the top and he f**kin’ on the bus, yeah
Brodie he dealin’ with forty-five b**ches 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…

➤ Written by SumYunGhai & Justin Rarri
Album: Youngest In Kharge
Produced by SumYunGhai
Justin Rarri | 2020

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