Luyện nghe bài hát Gucci Ashtray

[Hook: Wiz
Riding and
Lotta joints in my ashtray
Missed calls, I'm it
Now anything we want, we can it

[Verse Wiz

I ain't trynna'
Be the
that'll leave behind a
Bad
smoking on a bad strain
That was back in the day
Now my getting paid
Ain't no in the way
All my dollars counted and they in the bank
And my son is living
I gotta entertain
I just gotta
How to get cake
I'm rolling up another one
Watching for them
Lost a lil' piece of my heart when I lost my older
Gotta take of my mother
Gotta show niggas that my father's son ain't the one to fuck with
chances and loving it
All the niggas I started with, that's the ones I'm running with
Taylor Gang, nigga, fuck a bitch
Shit is

[Hook: Wiz
Riding and
Lotta joints in my ashtray
calls, I'm ignoring it
Now anything we want, we can it

[Verse 2: Woods]
(Laugh)
KD Bron Bron
and Ness with the long john
You're be cheering she loves pom pom's
When it get cold we switch locations Im long gone
I her "Meet me at the venue"
She want the but she can't read the menu, damn
She said she Pharrell
But couldn't name one Im like what the hell
Last we recorded it
She send a text the next day like I more of it
I had to tell her, down, love
Gotta know what you doing when you go down
Fo sho
350 for the Wagu
200 on the dash, she want that race
joint smoking, girl, I'm on my way
Old-school, on Marvin Gaye
You I'm

Wiz Khalifa]
Riding and
Kush joints in my ashtray
Missed calls, I'm it
Now anything we want, we can it