Luyện nghe bài hát Childish

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

(Verse 1: Norco)
I cut for the red Giuseppes
Tryna double up like the is right
Then I whipped up the raw for the Bentley
a bootleg like a rodeo night
Your boy got the in a bidding frenzy
boyfriends act like Miami Vice
I got more knocks than a witness
And I keep it more lit than the Church of
things first, imma mack regardless
This french rosé got me acting
They throwin' shade but I it
I'm way too to be catching charges
I picked her up in the Martin
Dropped her off in a Delorean
Spritz Clive Chris on my Mason
Cause your bitch smell just like the market

(Chorus: Norco)
Why you mad, I'm rich?
Or you mad cause I might be fuckin' yo' (Nigga)
It ain't my fault that you love bitch (Nigga)
It ain't my fault she love my dick (Nigga)
Why you trippin' on me, childish
Why you on me, that's childish
Why you on me, that's childish (4hunnid)
Why you trippin' on me, that's

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

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

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

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