Luyện nghe bài hát I Can't Help It

Hey you me bitch nigga, I'm all of that
Hit your broad with a big dick, didn't call her
Relax cat, let the big dog attack
Thought it was over for me homie, did you for that?

You rigor red, no cardiac
Get your hand out of my pocket, what with all of
Tell the sheriff if he can get these fuckin' charges
Eleven months, still thank God for that

Regardless, Big Bang fold it up
another nigga flowin' who as cold as bruh
Quarter mill for the show, really though,
Louis bag stay loaded up

Get her to the hotel, betta know up
With the niggas out there get the up
We ain't never had a problem getting to fuck
Suck dick, lick, spit the shoulders up

I let this nut get all her
Another bitch kissing all over her
Bust the pussy open, can't close it up
Make her bounce that shit, when you found bitch

She was on the ground, panties down
Six chicks with a trash bag of money, tryna that shit
Never find me around that bitch
Unless she got them lips wrapped around that

niggas wanna make love, fuck that
I bing, bang, pound, beat down that
Sit it like E-40 then
Fill up every ho in Georgia, with 'em

This K.I.N.G. a.k.a. Big Bang a.k.a. Shawty
A.k.a. Shawty
Big Bank, a.k.a. Pimp

I get money, I can't it
You stop it, you gotta accept it
You can't it, you gotta respect it
This is who I am nigga, I can't help it, I help it

In the ghetto with a drop Royce
They say at one hundred, I ain't got no choice
(I can't it)
Always Big Bang, I'm so and you ain't
Cut it down, bitch I
(I help it)

See how I do it, I'm so
Cut it off, go Hollywood, I would if I could
(I can't it)
The wouldn't be shit without me
15 million dollar houses, still get this trap up out me
(I can't it)

I'm a hustla all the way down to the
Terrorist everyday, out that bomb
Stay on a from the night to the morn'
Ain't gon' serve you nothin' under a

No fuckin' favors, don't ask for no
Shop with ya dog if ya get on
Come on my spot, lemme on my phone
You ain't tryna suck, me alone

for days, I haven't been home
Don't plan on goin' until all gone
Playin' it strong on whatever you
Gotta get right, give a fuck if wrong

Shots of Patron, whole lotta
800's on, boy ya what I'm on
Yo bitch wanna fuck, let she that I'm on
I don't wanna fuck her, I just want some

Kill me nigga, I got that
no help, I can handle my own
I yo squad, but I ain't from the Bronx
One in the bag, still with that horn

Just I don't play no radio homes
No radio play song that I'm on
Case ya ain't know, I'm the Don
Zone 4 Camp'll you where I'm from

Gucci my hat, my drawers
my ass cheeks, Gs cover my balls
Gucci my pants, Gucci my
duffel bag where I keep all that twerk

Gucci bandanna on top my
Gucci on, I trap in the dirt
Get everywhere I go
G code, G code, that's all I

I get money, I can't it
You can't it, you gotta accept it
You can't knock it, you gotta it
This is who I am nigga, I help it, I can't help it

In the ghetto with a Rolls Royce
say keep at one hundred, I ain't got no choice
(I help it)
Big Bang, I'm so trill and you ain't
Cut it down, I can't
(I help it)

See how I do it, I'm so
Cut it off, go Hollywood, bitch I if I could
(I can't it)
The city be shit without me
15 million dollar houses, can't get this trap up out me
(I help it)