Luyện nghe bài hát I Took Her

Sweet street
Gimme gushy
stuff, nigga
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 star me and you can a movie
She said the diamonds on my chain look kool aid

And when I'm gone she be missing me school days
Alright, I a bitch, that like a bitch
Fucking right, I'm and I ain't getting hitched
I'm getting paid in full, just me money, mitch

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

Sweet street
that gushy
Nasty stuff,
I her

Sweet pussy
that gushy
Nasty stuff,
I her

street pussy
Gimme that
stuff, nigga
I her

Sweet pussy
that gushy
Nasty stuff,
I her

'em how it go, it go holly grove, 17 Carlton, Eagle Street
Running with my hood till my gets sore
Run up on them boys and you ain't no more
I am the jungle, the mighty jungle and the guns go pow, hah

Why your boyfriend acting like secret
I'm a get you by yourself and get my secret
I'm on the urple and now the earth is bouncing
I've climbed the mountain

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

Sweet street
that gushy
Nasty stuff,
I her

street pussy
Gimme that
stuff, nigga
I her

Sweet street
that gushy
Nasty stuff,
I her

Sweet street
Gimme gushy
Nasty stuff,
I her

Get 'em, Gucci shoes, Gucci buckle, belt, Gucci bucket
Sharper than the 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 money like glue

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

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

Sweet street
Gimme that
Nasty stuff,
I her

Sweet pussy
that gushy
Nasty stuff,
I her

Sweet street
Gimme gushy
stuff, nigga
I her

Sweet pussy
Gimme that
stuff, nigga
I her

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