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 mean it's man, c'mon really
(Well I thought we would get on the same track)
You niggas could a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Stone

[Verse 1: Gambino]
a fuck about these haters man
I'm the flyest that 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
so vicious
When niggas talkin' shit, shut they mouth, what this is
I up in the party, we took all the bitches
love how I move, we might need a minute
God damn, Summer looking son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas
Hang with and a couple strippers
She love my so I nutted in her
Damn I'm decent, Liam
I'm over, you plain sober
up and you finished last
I'm nigga, that's tear gas
Woooh, now I'm
Was that fire? you guessed it (Oh shit!)

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

2: Steve]
I am, the prince, two cups,
Our team, got money, hard, so don't hate
Fall off, no way, we run it, too late
We smoke sour, call that
I just blew, a
My girl, so sweet, like brûlée
But still, she hood, like red Kool-Aid
We on top, toupée, I got hits, touché
I did Rome in one day
I just flew out to
I'm independent man and still major
Young so flashy got me lookin' like lazers
housewife I can make ya like Phaedra
So play my, I'mma play ya
Get bands, then head to la
My niggas is
My brothers the owner, fuck 'em get higher
G-lover fire, that flame is saliva
We're riders that got 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 know I'm bettin'
Double your car note, double mama rent
Ain't shit but house money, I ain't spent a
Mo' mo' problems, yeah that's official
I just throw cash at it, that's my issue, hard
So I feed my boo boo hard that moo moo
If she mo', then girl I miss you, bye
But no lookin' back
Cause I know a salt pile (you salty?)
I'm goin' Chevy with metallic fuckin' gun
No door handle, she high tryna how
While my auto mobile like Girls Gone Wild
That's top off, drop offs
Slidin' with yo' dame
OG sativa baby, watch ahead for air plane
with my money, and I'm at your house like the mail came
You meet the Swank lion, mode, untamed

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