Luyện nghe bài hát B Boy

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

Okay, I walk with a limp and I talk with a
I might wear every single and mix it up with my fur
I might get single drink and mix it up til I blur
I tell the bitch get on my lap, but you get on my nerves
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 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 don't that rubber on it I feel underdressed
Yeah, and I got money bags under my eyes, ho, I ain't sleep
all Goyard too cause I ain't cheap
Finally Famous, Gold is my I-N-C
And I put everything in motion like
And when we private you could bring the gun on with us
I got this freak to 3rd base, she tryna run home us
And I got comma on comma on comma on comma, on
And I ain't talking no run on sentence
Yeah, nigga hot so I need that Chings Chili
Put my P up on her head like bitch is reppin' Philly
And I wheelie in pussy like my nigga Meek Milly
On my way to millis
drafting up the deep deep dealies
I got decided that ain't rich enough
When I did it big, bitch, I decided ain't big enough
Dead Pres, who you up?
Who nigga that you hating on, but just can't get enough?
Fuck, the jig is up, bitch

I'm like when I made off, scheming on niggas' payoff
I never a day off, your stash is short like Adolf, Hitler
You should lay off on the gangsta talk cause fake, dog
You never pushed no yay, dawg, ain't see no keys Ray Charles
Me and Meek in the Maybach, we get Wale and off
We got your bitch in a big house, she walk in hype "Hey, Ross"
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the
You ballin'? Nah, you a faker, you catchin' a fader
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your
You thinkin' Khloe don't know me, I'm in the car dashin'
I'm in the Kardashian, get it? I'm lyin', can't I
They say fake it 'til you make it, well, let the begin
I got a bitch with fake titties, fake ass, she all in the
Them titties'll fall 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 ballin'? Nah you a faker, you prolly a fader
Come get with the Dreamchasers, we hard like the Lakers
You ballin'? Nah you a faker, you prolly 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 and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your

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