Luyện nghe bài hát B Boy

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

Okay, I walk with a limp and I talk a slur
I might wear single chain and mix it up with my fur
I get every single drink and mix it up til I blur
I the bitch get on my lap, but don't you get on my nerves
I need that bag of green like 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 pussy good then I might one, two, three, round it
Got her for it
Yeah, nigga overthink, under stress
Yeah, I understand, your over, I'm so unimpressed
Yeah, and she tryna me raw, unprotect
But if I have that rubber on it I feel underdressed
Yeah, and I got money under my eyes, ho, cause I ain't sleep
They all too cause I ain't cheap
Finally Famous, Gold is my I-N-C
And I put everything in motion like
And we flyin' private you could bring the gun on with us
I got freak to 3rd base, she tryna run home with us
And I got comma on on comma on comma, on comma
And I ain't talking about no run on
Yeah, nigga hot so I need that Chings Chili
Put my P up on her head like bitch is reppin' Philly
And I in that pussy like my nigga Meek Milly
On my way to meet
Lawyer drafting up the deep deep
I got rich decided that ain't enough
When I did it big, bitch, I that ain't big enough
Dead Pres, who you up?
Who that nigga that you hating on, but can't get enough?
Fuck, the jig is up, little

I'm like Madoff when I off, scheming on niggas' payoff
I never take a day off, stash is short like Adolf, Hitler
You should lay off on the gangsta talk cause fake, dog
You pushed no yay, dawg, ain't see no keys like Ray Charles
Me and Meek in the Maybach, we get and take off
We got your bitch in a big house, she in hype like "Hey, Ross"
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' like the Lakers
You ballin'? Nah, you a faker, you prolly catchin' a
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and neighbor
You thinkin' Khloe don't know me, I'm in the car dashin'
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 bitch fake titties, fake ass, she all in the Benz
titties'll prolly fall like a ball when she bends
My niggas Harlem and Philly all get it in
Your bitch come around and we her and her friends
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' like the Lakers
You Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader
get with the Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the Lakers
You Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and neighbor
I'm at house 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 class ticket to put the dick in her