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Young Thug - Flowers Lyrics

[Intro]
Thugger Thugger, baby
This that swagged out shit, swaggin'
Hee!

[Chorus]
I keep that kushy on me (I'm keepin' it, keep)
I keep them xannies on me (Them xans)
She keep a bad bitch for me (She bad)
They not embarrassing me (No)
This not your average with me (No)
Gucci a G, nigga me (You know)
This ain't why they started a beef (No)
Then someone gon' end up deceased

[Post-Chorus]
This shit is a problem, these bitches a problem
These niggas they proud of us, we proud of us (Proud of us)
These niggas can't stop us, these niggas wan' pop us
These niggas can't do nothin' but stalk us (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
I'm not from New York and I'm not 50 Cent
But these bitches know I got the power
These bitches know I'm Eddie Bauer, I kill 'em
Then send his lil' motherfuckin' mama some flowers (Hee)

[Verse 1]
Send his lil' mama some roses (Roses)
You get them racks, you a slow bitch (Slow bitch)
YSL, you know the slogan (Slime!)
And if you trickin', yeah you owe me (You owe me, bitch)
I know the code bitch (I got the code)
And I know you rougue-ish (I know you is)
You ain't serve no pack, boy you role-less (What?!)
You living life bogus (Flex! Slatt!)
These bitches they bogus (Woah, oh)
But I'ma stay focused in Focus' (Skr-skrr)
I fuck her, I fuck on her face (Woah)
Then I bust like a coconut (Skr, skr, ha-ha)
These niggas be bro-in' us (Hol' on)
Half of these niggas not knowin' us (They don't, hol' on, hol' on)
They know they can't notice us
'Cause these lil' bitches so low to us (Hee! They lower, they low)
L-O-W, yeah, I love you (Oh), 'til I fuck you (Swear, sheesh)
Got the hustle, big ol' muzzles, and I'm buffer (Grrr-rah)
Haiti baby, more like the 80s baby
Bitch, I'm the terminator (Slat, ah)
Go 'round, 'round, 'round, they come 'round, they hatin' (Skr, skr)
You smoke that basic, you smoke that basic (Skrrr), I swear-
[Chorus]
I keep that kushy on me (I'm keepin' it, keep)
I keep them xannies on me (Them Xans!)
She keep a bad bitch for me (She bad)
They not embarrassing me (No)
This not your average with me (No)
Gucci a G, nigga me (You know)
This ain't why they started a beef (No)
Then someone gon' end up deceased

[Bridge]
(I spent a duffle bag!)
I get head for the low (Duffle bag)
She gettin' that bread on the low (Duffle bag)
Pull up in somethin' they don't know, yeah (Skrrt)
Give 'em them racks and they know (Duffle bag)
Nigga them loaves (Duffle bag, loaves)
Yeah, them new loaves (Duffle bag, racks)
Took off with no overdose (That duffle bag)
Word to mother, as far as shit goes (That duffle bag)

[Verse 2]
Take her to give her some plastics (Spend me some racks)
Suck on my Johnson, no Magic (Suck on that dick)
Diamonds, they dancing (My wrist is just bleedin')
Don't try it, don't last it (Don't try it, don't try it)
Keepin' the woolie like bandits (Yee)
Fuck her so hard, she need bandages (Woo)
Cheese in the pocket like sandwiches (Slatt)
I like 'em thick just like Manwiches
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't want no kid like that mammal shit
I'm ballin', just check out them stunnas, bitch (Woah)
I pray that you check out them numbers, bitch (Ballin')
I was down with you, I was just countin' it (Was, I was right there)
Need a toolie to travel, son, I ain't low back, sis (Woo)
I be speed-ballin' to the money (Skr, skr)
I be answerin' but I'm never calling (Brrr-ouu)
I don't follow close, I'm never stalking (Swear)
Take her to eat I show up at Chipotle (What? What?)
Niggas acting like they cool when they wrote it (Yeah, what?)
Fuck whoever who wrote it, yeah, you told it (What?)
He-ey (Shh), already feelin' you call the police (Hee!)
[Chorus]
I keep that kushy on me (I'm keepin' that Kushy)
I keep them xannies on me (Them Xans!)
She keep a bad bitch for me (She bad)
They not embarrassing me (No)
This not your average with me (No)
Gucci a G, nigga me (You know)
This ain't why they started a beef (No)
Then someone gon' end up deceased

[Post-Chorus]
This shit is a problem, these bitches a problem
These niggas they proud of us, we proud of us
These niggas can't stop us, these niggas wan' pop us
These niggas can't do nothin' but stalk us
I'm not from New York and I'm not 50 Cent
But these bitches know I got the power
These bitches know I'm Eddie Bauer, I kill 'em
Then send his lil' motherfuckin' mama some flowers