Luyện nghe bài hát In Luv Wit Ya Boy

you we bubblin
on my way an out an
why they im troublin
they be happy if they
cuzn i sweatin nothin
i be million dollar
an my reputation
say the grand old lady em

push an hug em by the
smokin sour by the
kush by the onion
you can hear my car
hood trunk drummin
up and down the block
top no frontin
bet the llama
quick ya benigghana
im jewelry bentley
only beauty saliva
i dont
i bother
i will whoop ya ya father
comma dont matter
when you in front of the
im a dollar
wit my cup up in the
me turn my swag on
spray in her cologne
about a hours in
ive ben drunk the patron
BLANK jump inside the
i dump em right on his bones
is harder
but the struggle made me
lanes back and forth
i get as vince carter
nobody got to gas me
i dont need a charger
im my own BLANK
a of honor
im the corner
will take a toll on ya
when the hit
it feel ya got a stove on ya
if you talkin money
you aint talkin to me
swag till my on e
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