Luyện nghe bài hát AssShots (Remix)

[Intro: DJ (Childish Gambino)]
Is it too to ask for lyrics?
(Alright, alright)
(Royalty has never done a together)
I it's 2014 man, c'mon really
(Well I we would get everybody on the same track)
You niggas could a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Mountain

[Verse 1: Gambino]
Give a fuck about these man
I'm the flyest that there's been
I'm always reppin' Mountain
You my show is sold out
You my smoke is so loud
It's still his business
Stay up out my
so vicious
When niggas talkin' shit, shut they mouth, catch what is
I walk up in the party, we took all the
They how I move, we might need a minute
God damn, Summer like son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas
Hang models and a couple strippers
She my music so I nutted in her
Damn I'm decent, Liam
I'm takin' over, you sober
Gassed up and you finished
I'm crying nigga, that's gas
Woooh, now I'm
Was fire? Bitch you guessed it (Oh shit!)

[Hook: Steve G
I bet you I can make ass hot
C'mon bae, it like a ass shot
Say my will make that ass hot
Song done, drop it like a ass
Boy got they ass hot
Go on nigga, drop 'em like a ass
on this beat and get they ass hot
Go on girl, drop it a ass shot

2: Steve]
I am, the prince, two cups,
Our team, got money, stunt hard, so don't
Fall off, no way, we run it, it's too
We sour, call that flowers
I blew, a bouquet
My girl, so sweet, like brûlée
But still, she hood, like red Kool-Aid
We on top, toupée, I got hits, like
I did Rome in one day
I just out to Croat-ia
I'm independent man and still doin'
Young King so flashy got me lookin' lazers
Atlanta housewife I can make ya Phaedra
So play my, I'mma play ya
Get bands, then to la playa
My is bias
My brothers the owner, fuck with 'em get
spit fire, that flame is saliva
We're that got Nick Cannon's now
Make 'em drop you like Mariah,

[Verse 3:
Start her off with gin and tonic, mine's a
Out in Vegas fool, you I'm bettin' double
Double your car note, double mama rent
Ain't shit but house money, I spent a cent
Mo' money mo' problems, that's official
I just cash at it, that's my issue, it's hard
So I feed my boo boo hard moo moo bags
If she mo', then girl I miss you, bye
But ain't no lookin'
Cause I know a salt pile (you salty?)
I'm goin' Chevy with fuckin' gun style
No door handle, she tryna figure how
While my auto looks like Girls Gone Wild
That's top off, nigga offs
Slidin' dirty yo' dame
OG sativa baby, ahead for that air plane
with my money, and I'm at your house like the mail came
You meet the Swank lion, beast mode,

[Verse 4:
Big homie have you her
She got the dope breath, all white
Packed Serena, maybe Trina
Shit I don't know, they got ass
So of course he came to give you all courses
And you can't ignore 'em, cause these hoes 'em
hot, don't slur 'em
I just up, so please ho, keep up
Please ho, up
Ok, ok, ok, she ain't money, no way
I met her on a Monday, but I fucked her to Sunday
I told her she my Brandy, I'm her one and one Ye
Till she drove off the in her '97 Hyundai, bitch