Luyện nghe bài hát I Took Her

Sweet pussy
Gimme that
Nasty stuff,
I her

Sweet pussy
Gimme gushy
stuff, nigga
I her

I the red bone pretty feet, slim waist, cute face
Girl, if you then put yo' info in my two way
Girl, you a me and you can make a movie
She said the diamonds on my chain like kool aid

And when I'm she be missing me like school days
Alright, I like a bitch, that like a
Fucking right, I'm rich and I getting hitched
I'm getting paid in full, call me money, mitch

Balling like Tony Gynn, I'm never in that penthouse
And all the time a nigga thinks at a friends house
Okay, the phantom up and bought the bent out
It's baby bitch, I'm hot like all the vents out, ha, ha

street pussy
Gimme gushy
stuff, nigga
I her

Sweet street
Gimme that
Nasty stuff,
I her

Sweet pussy
that gushy
Nasty stuff,
I her

street pussy
Gimme gushy
Nasty stuff,
I her

Tell 'em how it go, it go holly grove, 17 Carlton, Eagle
Running my hood till my feet gets sore
Run up on them boys and you running no more
I am the jungle, the mighty jungle and the guns go pow, hah

Why your boyfriend acting secret service?
I'm a get you by yourself and get my secret
I'm on the purple and now the earth is bouncing
climbed the highest mountain

And baby girl, that coupe is blue
You see the green and yellow diamonds it Mountain Dew
I got a crib in the sky with view
And i take a skinny bitch if her new, ha, ha, ha, now what it do

Sweet street
Gimme gushy
Nasty stuff,
I her

street pussy
Gimme gushy
stuff, nigga
I her

Sweet street
that gushy
Nasty stuff,
I her

Sweet pussy
Gimme gushy
Nasty stuff,
I her

Get 'em, shoes, Gucci buckle, Gucci belt, Gucci bucket
than the yellow number 2, I doesn't what I do
And if you know, now you knew that I am the fireman
And red truck yellow suit and I treat money like

You know I gotta to paper, you know I'm like a staple
That's why I got the Cash Money rich above my
Young is the label, alright, money, bitches and cable
We multiplying money, sitting at the table, ha, ha

So holla at a nigaa when you see me on the
And bust that pussy we running out of time
And don't say a word just act like a
Girl might be yours but her is mine, okay

street pussy
Gimme gushy
stuff, nigga
I her

Sweet pussy
Gimme that
stuff, nigga
I her

street pussy
Gimme gushy
stuff, nigga
I her

Sweet street
Gimme gushy
stuff, nigga
I her

Young Money, up?
Money, what's up?
Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh
Weezy F.