Luyện nghe bài hát G'd Up

yeah it young man yeah
taylor gang over
paper planes
bitch taking off her widding
leave with us never be the same
making in major ways
if i got it then imma it if
i to
and pick you up you want too
and nahh i aint gotta say
about us right in of you
i do all of that shit when them niggas dont to
pop bottle imma roll
weed up g'd up g'd up
pop anther imma roll
this up so g'd up g'd up
big faced digits aint rented
inside the bank bitch im big frank frendily
big cake piled up on my plate shit
throw it in her face wacth the bitch wishes
walk inside the club bottles on liquor
ac'tin up dying to get a picture
rose and paton be my clongoe
shorty get to keep her weed them already rolled
my clean all i count is cheese
on a dream while you trying to intervene
on top of money them haters in-between
somkin sour seem you can it on her weave
smell it when i leave catching feelings
og kush keep me way onver the bulilding
in my ride bangin in my system
high as whitney tryin to away to get a million
if i got it then imma it if
i to
and pick you up you want too
and nahh i gotta say anyhing
us right in front of you
i do all of that shit when niggas dont want to
pop another bottle roll
weed up g'd up g'd up
uh know im sour you can smell it down the hall
leared this as a what you sell can get you far
of my team tell you how to ball
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