Luyện nghe bài hát About U

[Intro:
And I'm so for real you

1: Valee]
I up a six again
a bad, bad bitch again
Ain't no tellin' she on
When, when we done this again
ChaseTheMoney,
a bitch that's thick like this again
I you on my own
Buy shit like this again
Hope you not tryna run up, 'cause
I won't hesitate to this bitch
All dope I got, all this dope I got
It still as dope as you
Still ain't as as you

[Chorus:
Hit the streets, out
Sip that lean,
that bitch, lay out (Oh, oh)
And I'm so for real about you (I'm for about you)
And I'm so for real about you (So for real you)
And I'm so for real you (So for real about you)
I won't go without you (Go nowhere without you)

2: Valee]
W-wanna stack up Benjamins
But you get set back and shit
So you caught a flat on your again
Dropped it off, got it again
Versace draws on bitch again
Got her on her paws like a pit
Ran off on plug, oh you did him in
Oh nah, she from here, she not citizen
(Not from at all)
All this I got, all this guap I got
I might throw it on you
might throw it on you
Gave my son all my 10s
Savin' all his again
Taught him how to a nine
Walked in Gucci, a nine in men's

Valee]
Hit the streets, out
Sip lean, knockout
Fuck bitch, lay out (Oh, oh)
And I'm so for real about you (I'm for real you)
And I'm so for real about you (So for real you)
And I'm so for real about you (So for about you)
I won't go nowhere without you (Go without you)

3: DRAM]
Made my old bottom bitch my bitch again
Got her back addicted to my wisdom and dick again
I got two times in one lifetime, finna get rich again
Think 'bout that time 'cause my palms gettin' that itch again
I can't rub it off, molly look like chicken skin
If you see me grindin' up my teeth, I'm on that thizz
If you see a ho with me, we friends with benefits
Ain't this what you think, but what you is not my business
No, not at all, ay, ay
All guap, all this drip, watch it drop on your bitch
I get paid a scholarship, just for colleges
School of knocks, big facts, that part
of Wockhardt, my heart won't start
Sentiment, I don't really show it, al I know is grind and it
I done seen so fuckin' commas from my penmanship
I'ma keep my left hand to that pad it fall off
For the love of and the Benjamins, year

[Chorus:
Hit the streets, out
Sip lean, knockout
Fuck bitch, lay out (Oh, oh)
And I'm so for real about you (I'm for real you)
And I'm so for about you (So for real about you)
And I'm so for real about you (So for about you)
I won't go nowhere without you (Go without you)

Valee]
W-wanna stack up your
W-wanna stack up Benjamins
ChaseTheMoney,