Luyện nghe bài hát BaeGod

ain't no piece bitch

I'm gonna me a Wrathe
I'm gonna in they face
her ass like the stomach on
these know I'm the boss
my diamonds all white a race
these niggas running in
he tell and they dropping his
these niggas they you hate
these bitches be all in my
say that they love me they need me
bitch me my space

My my rollie my rollie
cause you know me don't mean you my homie
boy you heard of me and dirt I did
but liking my bitch pic I know you fony
step the fuck back bitch you know that I'm
mastered a plan and I did it for
the money but niggas is lazy
don't do shit for free talk or you pay me
Ugh
new all on my phone
these bitches won't leave me (yeah)
send me a pic bitch I'm grown (No)
got a Queen you sit on her thrown
you all in feelings I don't (Don't)
this loft a lease bitch I own (I Own It)
bad vibes you can't get in my
young bitch just keep watching tone (Yeah)
my whole crew is strapped it's SOA
at the ground do the stanky leg
it's freezing its dripping that icy
bitch eating my cake like she May (Reese)
new bitch and she swear that she Billy
put flags on your block my Milly mean
see that Mu and diamonds is part of me
and my bitch got a mouth she Cardi B
that a throwaway
bitch try for the blitz and I run
and I her the truth and it's "Oh Okay"
if she ain't got the go the other way

I ain't got the for no bitching (No)
I it down like I go fishing (Yeah)
I told her ass twice she get it (Huh)
I'll me a bitch that gon' listen (Yeah)
I ain't got the for no bitching (No)
I it down like I go fishing (Yeah)
I told her ass twice she get it (Huh)
I'll find me a bitch that gon' (Yeah)

Twist up fingers we banging
no chance like the rapper bitch know that you
your bitch hit me up cause she swear I'm
I only show up if I know that paying
Bitch I move for no twenty
I rather be home Rick and the Morthy
and bitch you can can't do nothing for me
girl wanting a change cause her ex corny

bitches gon' say that I'm different
I hit it and quit it I go missing
say "I'm the shit" and then make up excuses
I up and go back to the Bae I be tripping
(Gang Gang)
count up the (ugh ouh)
these niggas feds (yeah you)
got 50 cals all for the up
'em aim for the heads
I wore my to dinner
my neck made of gold a winner
my bitch is so I get in her
body is hot shoulder winter
these bitches try and they shoot they shot
ain't use condoms in years yeah I the box
my is my bitch don't care who you got
and my bitch is so bad and she do her

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