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