Luyện nghe bài hát AssShots (Remix)

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

[Verse 1: Gambino]
Give a about these haters man
I'm the flyest there's ever been
I'm reppin' Stone Mountain
You my show is sold out
You know my smoke is so
still about his business
Stay up out my
Flow so
When niggas talkin' shit, shut they mouth, catch what is
I walk up in the party, we took all the
love how I move, we might need a minute
God damn, Summer looking son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas
with models and a couple strippers
She love my music so I in her
Damn I'm decent, Neeson
I'm takin' over, you sober
up and you finished last
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, drop it like a ass
Say my sixteen will that ass hot
done, drop it like a ass shot
Boy got they ass hot
Go on nigga, 'em like a ass shot
on this beat and get they ass hot
Go on girl, it like a ass shot

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

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

[Verse 4:
Big homie you seen her
She got the breath, all white nina
Packed like Serena, Trina
Shit I don't know, both got ass
So of course he came to give you all these
And you can't 'em, cause these hoes adore 'em
Words hot, slur 'em
I speak up, so please ho, keep up
Please ho, up
Ok, ok, ok, she getting 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
she drove off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai, bitch