Luyện nghe bài hát Childish

(Chorus: Norco)
DJ
Why you mad, cause I'm
Or you mad I might be fuckin' yo' bitch? (Nigga)
It ain't my fault you love that bitch (Nigga)
It my fault that she love my dick (Nigga)
Why you trippin' on me, that's
Why you trippin' on me, childish
Why you trippin' on me, childish
Why you on me, that's childish

(Verse 1: Norco)
I cut class for the red
double up like the price is right
Then I up the raw for the Mulsanne Bentley
a bootleg like a rodeo night
Your boy got the bitches in a bidding
They boyfriends act like Miami
I got more knocks than a Jehovah's
And I keep it more lit than the of Christ
First things first, imma regardless
This french rosé got me acting
They shade but I disregard it
I'm way too to be catching charges
I picked her up in the Martin
Dropped her off in a black
Spritz Clive Chris on my Mason
Cause your bitch smell just like the Asian

(Chorus: Norco)
Why you mad, I'm rich?
Or you mad I might be fuckin' yo' bitch? (Nigga)
It my fault that you love that bitch (Nigga)
It my fault that she love my dick (Nigga)
Why you trippin' on me, that's
Why you on me, that's childish
Why you trippin' on me, that's (4hunnid)
Why you trippin' on me, childish

(Verse 2: YG)
I know you heard me on the (True)
I know you hear me you go (True)
Your girlfriend game me all yo'
Aw damn, some shit I shouldn't mention (uh-oh)
I do shows, I got dough, I got
I got a - sex tape that might
If I don't - fuck with you we got
Thats why I how I move in these streets
His on my dick so he checked her
He don't we go back like Sean John and Mecca
He searchin' through a phone he's a
Found out his bitch a late texter
He's trippin', she's wildin'
But she grown, he act
All trips she was taking a pirate [?]
She ain't had no money, now she it

(Chorus: Norco)
Why you mad, cause I'm
Or you mad cause I might be yo' bitch? (Nigga)
It ain't my fault that you that bitch (Nigga)
It ain't my fault that she love my (Nigga)
Why you on me, that's childish
Why you trippin' on me, that's
Why you trippin' on me, that's
Why you trippin' on me, that's

(Verse 3: Norco)
I'm off lean, OG, and Bombay
Bitches get fucked like I'm Rico
Blunts get wrapped like a statute
I spit like Pac at the
Im a problem, my refuse to drop me
The club a coop and the pigeons flock me
of the hood, nerds tryna stop me
Middle finger pig [?], enough to block me
Got a gold lucky like a Mayan
It like I hit a lick on a pirate
Dope dick leave a drip in your sinus
My video will your phone with a virus
One night stand, that's the shit my on
My in her mouth and I tell her to get gone
Babysit the kids a fuck the kid's mom
In love I'm rich and she knows the dick's bomb

(Chorus: Norco)
Why you mad, cause I'm
Or you mad I might be fuckin' yo' bitch? (Nigga)
It ain't my fault that you that bitch (Nigga)
It ain't my fault she love my dick (Nigga)
Why you trippin' on me, that's
Why you trippin' on me, that's
Why you trippin' on me, that's
Why you trippin' on me, that's
Why you mad, cause I'm
Or you mad I might be fuckin' yo' bitch? (Nigga)
It ain't my fault that you love that (Nigga)
It ain't my fault she love my dick (Nigga)
Why you on me, that's childish
Why you trippin' on me, childish
Why you trippin' on me, that's
Why you on me, that's childish
DJ