Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On It

I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
If we bout money bitch

- Verse 1]
Snap back
gold chain
no tigger, tyga bitches
hundred proof
no liver
theres hoes on this muthafucking strip,
a nigga no
so we the heat though
smash on the bitch brains looking like
the hoe know me close she lying,
pedigree and swag is so cold,
hop in Medino, oops I Medina,
is a bitch better know how to treat her
I don't get in between, my be to win
young heisman rookies of the year

[Tyga - 2]
Raise hell boy hell yeah I'm hot
boy yellow, but my bitch back from the
with the watch it pop, sizzle
you feeling me, better fast mc griddles
I finna slow down, keep running your mouth
I'm the real estate, party in the fucking house
my is loud in the lobby they can't turn us down
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I run all day 24 miles
150 on the dash can't count
keep fucking bitch, ain't shit to talk

[Lil
Be-best C.E.O.
Fine as wine
Grigio
Niggas cant with me
Leave the bitches, the hoes
Life is a motherfucker gamble, Rose
Momma taught me well, and the L
everywhere like books just fell
More to make, More pussy to smell
Like yea imma Libra like put that on a
New nigga with my dick up in my right hand
Young Money nigga money then a lifespan
Still go to sleep my Bible on my nightstand
then a bitch and you ain't even got cha flight plan

I'm on it..I'm on it..Tuneche!..yea..SooWoo...Soo Woo
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