Luyện nghe bài hát Feb 14

Ladies and
All lil' slick shit, all that lil' fake ass shit
I be readin' that shit, man
Y'all really fuck with me, ayy, ayy, ayy
You really fuck with me
So stop like you fuck with me
I ain't gon' act like I fuck with you
And put shit on blast
Ayy

Ayy, you don't really with me, so you could just cut it out
I see you know I peep you all about
You ain't fuckin' over me, I rather fuck your
You just roll with me and soak up all my clout
Gettin' tried of reachin' out and tryna talk
So flavor, all these haters keep on droppin' salt
(Ooh, I with that)
I ain't write it down, Red Skelton
out loud, uh, clown, uh uh
I ain't never go through no surgery (uh, yuh, yuh)
'Cause I can't see no lil' hoe me (ayy, ayy)
But I done broke hearts, ask my clergy, B (ayy, ayy)
I'm like how the this nigga in front of me? (ayy, ayy)
I'm what the fuck, this nigga been watchin' me?
Like how this nigga here tellin' me about me?
Antoneisha say I was fightin' in my (ayy)
That lil' bih Chanuncey say I'm in my sleep (yuh, yuh)
Got angels on my team fightin' demons
bih, nigga, I kill, stealin', I be cheatin' (yeah, nah, nah)
Ain't no grim, yeah, but I be (ayy, yuh)
Ayy, it's Valentine's Day, but I'm (yuh)

I spin, bend,
Even I'm married, nigga, I'm hoein' around
I believe in karma, that shit is flaw
'Cause I done let out rounds, and it come around (yeah)
Identity (yeah, yeah, skrr, skrr)
my occupation, I love to pop checks (identity theft)
I was the in the ring, a Rolls Royce in my projects (yeah, ooh, ooh)
Don't get me wrong, I love myself, but I identity theft (ayy, ayy)
They ask me what's my hobby, bitch, theft

I be runnin' up that money, gotta take a deep
I know what's up, I my ear to the streets like I'm a elf
Fuck it, I'm now, iPhone 7S
No, I ain't like you Internet clowns, this a real bulletproof
I'm conditioned to the streets, grew up to the
I done grew up 'fore I went through puberty
I just gave a fool that business with foolery
jackin' niggas and whackin' niggas, first I was snatchin' jewelry
I bag a like groceries
how you approachin' me
Fuck you, hoe, you leave, ain't no emotions to me
Drop a hoe a 14
I'm posted up, Dope Boy
I gave my heart to the
But I got a soft for my old G

HBK, kid, February 14 (yeah)
HBK, Heart Break Kodak, 14 (yeah)
Touch everybody the country, February 14
Yeah, I'm lovin', and I'm thuggin', 14
On coffee and that cocoa, I ain't on codeine
I ain't on no lean, February 14
Yeah, my trigger finger itchin', you would think I'm a dope
February 14, yeah, this 14 (ayy)