Flaw Boyz Lyrics
f/ Juvenile<br />
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[ INTRO: Juvenile ]<br />
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What's up whodie?<br />
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This Juvenile Nino, Cash Money Millionaire<br />
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Doin this here<br />
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My boys from the ATL, Jim Crow<br />
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And we all should say to all you playa-hatin muthafuckas<br />
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Y'all better respect the South<br />
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We on a come-up, nigga<br />
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And we did this shit for the hoodrats, the hot girls,<br />
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The hot boys, the three-time losers, the drug-abusers<br />
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I don't give a fuck what you do, nigga<br />
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Stick to what you do<br />
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[ CHORUS ]<br />
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It be them Flaw Boyz, ????<br />
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Thinkin we was country on some hee-hi-haw<br />
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We like Kane in the Eighties, we RAW, boy<br />
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Fuck around and make me come up in your jaw, boy<br />
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[ VERSE 1: Mr. Mo ]<br />
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I say no more talk, my liquor is malt<br />
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A nigga never went to jail cause I ain't never got caught<br />
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Now see it ain't my fault your boys sketched in chalk<br />
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???? shoulda learned the game that you bark<br />
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See some niggas, they make me mad<br />
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These hoes, they got it bad<br />
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They ain't recognize, do the math<br />
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And you will see they all bitch-made, lemonade<br />
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Grown as hell but they actin like they 8th grade<br />
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You need to play with a full deck<br />
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Work a sweat, break a bitch and all I want is my check<br />
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Is that bad to flex, is your girlfriend next?<br />
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To get spiced up late night, Frapper's Delight<br />
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(Nigga, whatever you like)<br />
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[ VERSE 2: Cutty Cartel ]<br />
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On point like they droppin a beat, let's be discrete <br />
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About these bullshit stories you hear up in the street<br />
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I'm down to my last sheet, no mo' chance to roll<br />
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Control everything I do, now how 'bout you?<br />
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Me, he and even she<br />
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Whoever who, no debate, I can't wait<br />
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On shortie, to see what they do <br />
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When they lose it all and ball, no flaw<br />
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While you lickin all off on her bra<br />
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We lickin for the cheese in the cash drawer<br />
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With the safe unlocked, over a boy that got got<br />
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And it's some foolish-ass spot, the back of the room<br />
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Not knowin that his last breath has been consumed<br />
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He done ballin<br />
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[ VERSE 3: Polow ]<br />
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Ha-ha-ha (Yo, who the fuck is he?) Shawty Pimp<br />
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The nigga that gives a damn 'bout a b<br />
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Roaddogs run the streets, keep a beetch on a leash<br />
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Eat good for the free, Fleetwood, a Caprice<br />
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That's what we ride in, hide in from no enemy<br />
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Preacher daughters freakin me, so-called players envy me<br />
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Hennessy has the tendency to make a nigga stupid<br />
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Can't whup my ass and all the alcohol said you can do it<br />
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But you clueless thinkin that drink make you ruthless<br />
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Now you're toothless runnin around town lookin stupid<br />
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Cause cupid got your heart, gave your bitch a credit card<br />
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But she still fuck around with them players on boulevard<br />
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I don't care how hard the sound on your record<br />
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You don't want nann ?? Shawty Pimp, not one second<br />
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Huh? Not one second, bitch, not one second<br />
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Now praise the Lord for these lyrical blessing<br />
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[ VERSE 4: Juvenile ]<br />
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Direct your shit at Juvenile cause I'm the nigga that you hate<br />
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Don't try to throw a brick from a distance, then hide your faces<br />
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See, the places that I been you can't hang<br />
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Unless I took you under my wing and I put you in the game<br />
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Ever since I been walkin on this Converse soil<br />
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Bitches been joining forces and makin blood boil<br />
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But I'm here to spoil the whole royal<br />
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??? stop ??? whores from playin<br />
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Over no, you must be crazy, ha, is ya?<br />
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Boy, listen to me when I'm talkin before I get witcha<br />
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Whip ya, rip your little dreams apart<br />
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Take that same rhyme you bought it from me and then let it spark<br />
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Depart before your people talkin seekin vengeance<br />
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That's how I'ma handle business, fuck what's the consequences<br />
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Hittin your residence with Russian-made instruments<br />
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Your neighbors hollerin, run, trippin and call for the President<br />
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[ CHORUS ]<br />
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Boy, we be serious round this shit, dirty<br />
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Ain't nobody fuckin with the South<br />
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[ Juvenile ]<br />
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What's up<br />
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The HB's done hooked up with them Jim Crows, ya heard me?<br />
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And guess what, we ain't no hoes, nigga<br />
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CMR, ATL there's no tomorrow, nigga<br />
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Cash Money Millionaires in this muthafucka<br />
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My nigga B-32<br />
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My nigga B.G. is here<br />
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My nigga Lil Wayne, my nigga Lil Turk<br />
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My nigga Mannie Freezie<br />
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Fuck it, nigga<br />
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Down South<br />
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(Down South)
