Luyện nghe bài hát B Boy

All that ass, Lord mercy
All champagne, these bitches thirsty
Verserchy, no hold up, I meant
I pull up Roberto over Cavalli
Puffin' on Cali, prolly out in the
Sippin' on drowsey
twerkin' like Miley
Twerk, twerk for a real sellin' work
I won't tell a word
I been on that trill shit, way
Philly nigga, but I'm laid back
Get shot in your head drivin' Maybach
Homey D Clown I don't play that
Sippin' dirty, riding dirty, I say hi to
Call your dog, I call my dawg and buy a birdy
Try to school me, I'm getting out early
Dope dealer, Puma life, back of this jersey
Mink draggin', tell I'm swaggin'
All karats like I'm tryna lure in a rabbit
to put it, on my jacket
What you doin? I'm doin'

Okay, I walk with a and I talk with a slur
I might every single chain and mix it up with my fur
I might get every single and mix it up til I blur
I tell the bitch get on my lap, but don't you get on my
I need that bag full of green I lawn mow it
Doe and all Sean Doe it
And I keep it G, yeah, I ground it
And I'm blowin'
If her good then I might one, two, three, round four it
Got her for it
Yeah, overthink, never under stress
Yeah, I understand, girl over, I'm so unimpressed
Yeah, and she tryna fuck me raw,
But if I don't have that rubber on it I feel
Yeah, and I got money bags my eyes, ho, cause I ain't sleep
They all Goyard too cause I cheap
Famous, Aura Gold is my I-N-C
And I put everything in motion I-N-G
And we flyin' private you could bring the gun on with us
I got this freak to 3rd base, she run home with us
And I got comma on comma on on comma, on comma
And I talking about no run on sentence
Yeah, nigga hot headed so I need that Chili
Put my P up on her head that bitch is reppin' Philly
And I wheelie in that pussy my nigga Meek Milly
On my way to millis
Lawyer drafting up the deep dealies
I got rich decided that ain't enough
When I did it big, bitch, I decided ain't big enough
Dead Pres, who you up?
Who that nigga that you hating on, but just can't get
Fuck, the jig is up, bitch

I'm like Madoff when I made off, scheming on niggas'
I never take a day off, your stash is short Adolf, Hitler
You lay off on the gangsta talk cause you're fake, dog
You never pushed no yay, dawg, see no keys like Ray Charles
Me and Meek in the Maybach, we get and take off
We got bitch in a big house, she walk in hype like "Hey, Ross"
Get money, Dreamchasers, we hard like the Lakers
You ballin'? Nah, you a faker, you catchin' a fader
I'm at your on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor
You thinkin' don't know me, I'm in the car dashin' haters
I'm in the Kardashian, get it? I'm lyin', I pretend?
They say fake it you make it, well, let the fakin' begin
I got a with fake titties, fake ass, she all in the Benz
Them titties'll prolly like a ball when she bends
My niggas from and Philly all get it in
Your come around and we fuckin' her and her friends
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard the Lakers
You Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader
Come get with the Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the
You ballin'? Nah you a faker, you prolly a fader
I'm at your on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked girl and your neighbor
I'm at your on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor

What she do? She, just, put heart eyes under my pic
That's my bitch
Bought her a first class ticket to put the in her