Luyện nghe bài hát Housewives (Remix)

I got it
I got it, it's lit, lit

Look at 'em the sauce
You niggas been us off
You niggas just talking the like

Pockets is full of the hope the
quotes I wrote
Tell em' me and my bro Doe Burger
for the only
Benjamin Franklin folks owe me
Bassy told you my nigga, I got the
and lit
Went to college a bit, but pay off
all my
Now I'm in the town from rapping
for
A nigga searching for purpose
And guess what I
Pastor Black Lip my diocese
Warn the sleeping on the legion
I'm a Dreamvillain talking keys
Think DJ Khaled playing Beacon
found the loud and lit it back

Back to back, it's like I'm mad at
Burning brain with my nigga that
just made bail like last
Still ducking strays in the like
submissive
my dogs at the top and we in heat,
fuck all
I'm in the box
Six feet the gravel, casket
of 47 karat gold
Hear the trumpets blow, banging
the

Look at 'em sippin' the
You been rippin' us off
You niggas just the most like

Soulo hold up let me get it
Had to run the borough, the city

Got the power in my head, yeah,
a year since I fit in fitted caps
Go and tell them that Bas
brought the East back, eat
Niggas play my and repeat that
Niggas play album, hear them weak

And delete that, that's shit
Need wheatgrass
Better up, awh fuck
Got your starstruck, all fuss
Got five in my offers
My how the times changed
I leave tour and go buy the

I see the snakes, I see the
I see 'em straight through

I just got out in L.A
I get my at the thots, but she can
not
If she had her way she'd be the

Got a shower big to dance in
your favorite singer and the

In the party, in the booming
Rep the city like I'm Pat
high as bald eagles
And my product all
Word to Soulo my
I got the and it's lit

at 'em sippin' the sauce
You niggas been us off
Like I do my Saint
She can't wait to 'em off
Complimenting my expensive
Turn housewife to a thot-ty
Thought a bitch cadance made a

All these niggas do is copy, what?
We ain't buying of that shit, that

For the birds and the is, you just a
to a pterodactyl
However unbalanced is, this ain't
about
We cease and y'all, the
teachers dismissing
Insisting you it up
World, codeine in my cup

Look at 'em the sauce
You been rippin' us off
You niggas talking the most like

Pockets is full of the homie
Tell 'em we came for the dope
For the only
Benjamin Franklins folks owe me
And we ain't none of that shit
And we ain't buyin' of that shit
And we buyin' none of that shit
(You niggas just talking the like
Housewives)

Word to Soulo my
I got the and it's lit
Went to a bit
off my scholarship quick
Now I'm in the town
I'm in the town
A nigga been for purpose
nothin' around
Featuring:
By: Ab-Soul, Bas
Additional Drums:
Additional by: Ron Gilmore
Release Date July 14,