Luyện nghe bài hát Exfoliate & Faint

I got off tour and copped a condo
Let me give you a
I got off tour, and I want some
Let me exfoliate your

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I just got off and now I'm balling like I'm Rondo
Counting up real in the morning like Alonzo
Flood shit like Elliot, I'll still give you a light show
My pocket FN tight but my hips don't a night glow
I ain't Curry, I got green thumbs
Ayesha Curry, my bitch ballin' (swish)
I brought my gang, look like security in the mall me
Bust down a forty, one millimeter, it costs a small

I just got off tour and copped a
Let me give you a
I got off tour, and I want some
Let me exfoliate pores

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I'm from the mud, I'm from the
I'm finna her change her skin regiment
I'm 'bout to it like it's eggs benedict
Put you on CNN the F&N
Broke bitch it back for a Mac gift card
your nigga get mad, Ferrari in your front yard
Ooh this not for TV, not NBC
When she drop that ass on me, now she dancing the stars
I ain't 'bout no freestyle, but I give her bars
Break her off like a Kit-Kat, she wan' fuck me on

I just got off and copped a condo
Let me give you a
I just got off tour, and I some
Let me exfoliate your pores,

Drank so many that I fainted
off to the inflight entertainment
Right fifty, left one is an eighty
All these in my wrist cost a Mercedes
Hold that talking if you you was gon' play me
Come that bag or we gon' send you down to Grady
But we're the if you late, or you flake
I lost my accent 'cause I'm out of state, yeah, ayy

Wake up every morning thinking how much money can I
ten plates, waiter thought I was on a date
These Australian or something, all they want to do is mate
All these bitches wanna date me, 'em all they gotta wait
Yeah, shawty fine wine, bust her down like a grape
up them babies, ship 'em off inside a crate
Play her a ukulele, my bitch fresh like a laylee
I'm the football Brady, on her like a cape
Yeah, and my life like gravy, 'cause there's so much at
Niggas stole my swag, had to tell 'em it was
It turned 2018, I did that 2008
Heard some things about her, blow me up 'til I inflate

Drank so Sprites that I fainted
Dose off to the entertainment
Right wrist fifty, one is an eighty
All pointers in my wrist cost a Mercedes
that talking if you thought you was gon' play me
Come with that bag or we send you down to Grady
But we're the if you late, or you flake
I lost my 'cause I'm always out of state, yeah, ayy