Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Go Out Sad

to me
See this day and age, these young niggas getting

clear, Sprite, yuh
Mike bite, yuh
Cup dirty, yuh
bike, yuh
We don't fight
Chopper life
Double tight
got me right
Piccolo green it's millions, and the old money got
Kick her out cause she filming
calling me Bob the Builder
Quavo Pierce em', whip a ball, Wilson
Put my all in bowl, put my all in it
I want all my to win it
I all my dogs to win it
my dog was sentenced (no, no)
I ain't gon' take it to thebeginning
Just get in the and sit in
(Talk to em'!)
(Ay!)
(Get in there!)
(Chill!)
(C'mon!)
Standing in the trap, a long day
Thinking putting insurance on my wrist and AK
Mama tired, daddy died, ain't no Housewives
Now it's no more crying, cause we echelon
I can a Tuesday, go up like a Saturday
Don't play where you fools play, you must be from out of
yo girl dinner plate, you take her on dinner dates
Dabbing in Raf Simmons I dress the huncho everyday
Ricki Lake, wrapped up, came from
Everyday, everyday, young nigga for bae
Got a bitch on Jimmy and she do huncho say
Her wanna be me cause I keep that shit the gangster way

I got to put you
Ay man, niggas goin' out sad
I'm tellin' ya, go out bad
Naw, 'specially bout that

I'm not out sad
'Specially bout bitch
I go out sad
'Specially bout that

(Offset!)
Not bout the bitch, naw, not bout the
She call just for the
Aw, lord, don't say this your
I'm and rich
But I can arm a brick
I you was born a bitch
Rick Owens they your rent
Pay up, up
John got to put the K up
I'mma ya but we don't lay up
bachelor get ya weight up
Throw the north, bitch you know where we
Think it's and we pull out a drum
You can be and a bum
I it all, not some
She fucking for fame, for
I think she for money
I swear I ain't hurting for
So I gave the money
Hoes in my house like Heffner
But I'mma slay the
She goin' insane, she talk' bout mymain sayin' my name lil' mama

I got to put you
Ay man, these goin' out sad
I'm tellin' ya, go out bad
Naw, 'specially bout bitch

I'm not out sad
'Specially that bitch
I go out sad
bout that bitch

(Takeoff!)
I can't, go out, sad no bitch
Who me? Takeoff never mad no bitch
Depressed need to get some off my chest, ain't about that bitch
She let, me nut on her chest, you still arrest bitch
Bad, lil' mama bad, you let her get the Jag and crash
goin' out sad
You took on her on a with dad
The question is boy did you
strong week and a half, and everything you get to get a bitch have (tricked you)
Aw man, goddamn, niggas goin' out sad
Wifin' ho's up, not one nigga the hood done been had
Smash, cuff, but you can pass, ignore but can't erase the
If she fool you once, shame on her, if she fool you twice yo ass

I got to put you
Ay man, niggas goin' out sad
I'm ya, can't go out bad
Naw, bout that bitch

I'm not out sad
bout that bitch
I go out sad
'Specially that bitch