Flaw Boyz lyrics

Artist  : Jim Crow 
Song : Flaw Boyz



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 f/ Juvenile



[ INTRO: Juvenile ]

What's 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

Y'all 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 don't 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 ain't never
got caught

Now see it ain't 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 ain't 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, Frapper's
Delight

(Nigga, whatever you like)



[ VERSE 2: Cutty Cartel ]

On point like they droppin a beat, let's be
discrete 

About these bullshit stories you hear up in the
street

I'm 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 can't 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 it's 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

That's 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

Can't whup my ass and all the alcohol said you
can do it

But you clueless thinkin that drink make you
ruthless

Now you're 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 don't care how hard the sound on your
record

You don't 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 I'm the nigga
that you hate

Don't try to throw a brick from a distance, then
hide your faces

See, the places that I been you can't 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 I'm here to spoil the whole royal

??? stop ??? whores from playin

Over no, you must be crazy, ha, is ya?

Boy, listen to me when I'm 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

That's how I'ma handle business, fuck what's 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

Ain't nobody fuckin with the South



[ Juvenile ]

What's up

The HB's done hooked up with them Jim Crows, ya
heard me?

And guess what, we ain't no hoes, nigga

CMR, ATL there's 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)