Luyện nghe bài hát BaeGod

ain't no mouth bitch

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

My rollie my my rollie
just you know me don't mean you my homie
boy you heard of me and that I did
but liking my bitch pic I that you fony
step the fuck back bitch you that I'm crazy
mastered a and I did it for baby
wanting the but niggas is lazy
don't do for free either talk or you pay me
Ugh
new bitches all on my
these bitches won't leave me (yeah)
don't send me a pic I'm grown (No)
got a you can't sit on her thrown
you all in feelings I don't (Don't)
this loft ain't a lease I own (I Own It)
bad vibes you can't get in my
young bitch just keep watching your (Yeah)
my whole is strapped like it's SOA
at the ground do the stanky leg
it's freezing its dripping icy tray
bitch eating my like she Anna May (Reese)
new bitch and she that she Billy Jean
put flags on your block bitch my mean
see that Mu and that diamonds is of me
and my bitch got a like she Cardi B
that 30-extended's a
bitch try for the blitz and I run
and I tell her the and it's "Oh Okay"
if she ain't got the time go the way

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

Twist up your fingers we
no chance like the bitch know that you playing
your bitch hit me up cause she I'm important
I only up if I know that they paying
Bitch I don't for no twenty
I be home watching Rick and the Morthy
and bitch you can can't do nothing for me
girl wanting a change her ex nigga corny

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

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