Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Albert (Remix)

I got in the roof of my car, girl
Recognize you are, girl
Jet Life this a world
like my OG's, who wore them Jheri curls
Circa
Now my spin same time I roll around
Talk my shit a lil bit 'cause I hard
Two laps in the parking lot show my off
Bad bitches please tell them haters off my dick
Set bubble a coffee pot
niggas talking so much but what are they talking 'bout
Coupe interior leather the stiching, blue berry muffin
They know I'm finna come up with
Rap hustling a lil bit pack running
Making stacks it
Racks where we put the hunting guns at
Black on a
on a Ghost
Suede Campus
on your throat, never lettin' go
Blew a and they told you "go outside to smoke"

It's Lil from New Orleans, Lord
With the chauffeur and the car with the two R's,
Lived next door to that went to Beauregard
She broke my and I love her for it
Friends turn into frenemies and come and gone
Cut the check or we gon' cut your bungee cord
these bitches jump for joy, make 'em fuck my boys
If they ain't a then they just annoying
This for the smokers and the ones
Pussies get the dildo, I get the deal
like I left something, Weezy F something
Bad bitch to swallow all my stress for me
Bad bitch stop and poppin' like Steph
Rich nigga laughin' at his bills like Murray
Hot potato on the nose of the gun
dodging handcuffs like a Ram truck
Out here looking handsome, fucking
see my mansions, get expansions
Tryna see my homeboys in own toys
Kush got my eyes looking like Yoing
know no better
Dick got the walking like Uncle Fester
And your homie talk aloud what he gon' do
You know your homie your homie 'til he bleed on you
You you never know you love her 'til she cheat on you
You know you never your brother 'til he dethrone you
You know Lil Tunechi been a soldier T-R-U
Fuck a heated arguing, we let the argue
P-I-R-U brazy glue
wavy like the sea
And Lil-T just told me to knock the nigga's out
I got a chopper I bet I can shoot a plane
ass niggas looking for a way out
I tape kilos to her, put her on a Greyhound
Coming down from cloud 9 like a
I'm 'bout to buy a of the size of a ring pop
I got some bitches in bikinis Baywatch
And we in Carrollton in a kitchen gettin' take out
Tune

Ya dig, Heist nigga
Spitta, with me
Carrollton I'm gone