Luyện nghe bài hát Lick & Drive You Crazy

Yeah, uh

Look, bustin' out the and now I got it bitch im Re'd Up
I will never run off for the plug that got me up
Bankin' , so many Franklins in my shit, you think a nigga know Aretha
(Yeah, uh)
Bustin' out the and now i got it bitch im re'd up

Drive You

I'ma, I'ma go easy on you
go easy

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I'm lyin', really for these niggas this time
It's a job tryna keep 'em in line
Yeah the full pressure, givin' niggas the stretcher
I kill your whole team combined, who want pressure?
More than a nigga that's ballin', I need a
More a Miami papi that's on a jetski
Ice on Wayne, whole on Gretzki
When I start winnin', you rap niggas text me
Grinnin' at the view of your corpses in a
'Bout to Forbes list, everythin' is gorgeous
Indoor B-ball courts lit where the sit
Still runnin' shit like in an orphanage
Blog niggas gettin' they core clicks off of shit
Rap niggas all at peak, I got the door slit
On island, cigar smilin'
Drive a couple miles hit the beach, bitches start wildin'
I done from the cop car sirens, block ball violence
of lil niggas stealing hot cars wildin'
Tops chopped off 'til the cops start and the cop cars find us
you remind us, wintertime climates
Slicket set of "set up" that try to line us
I have no with niggas
Only made the money cum im the digits
Matter fact I'm on tour the figures
to be in low income, now see the show, income
Shit would you sick, meanin' of a gross income
I every dollar here and then some
And I pray I never dress like
Only bird on my is when I press that raw
umbrellas on my sweater for bitches thats under weather
Blowin' kisses at the cheddar I test that jaw
I, never lose, never snooze, crystal sippin
Yaught on another cruise
Foreign model from niggas pedestals
On the top, clock on you other dudes
Think I'm typin' in a site all these W's
watchin out for doe and niggas busting moves
My drive crazy, I-80 in a screamin' "Rock-a-bye-baby"
Bad bitch touched down, she Tom Brady
Me I'm Tom Ford, there's to the Concord
I in the jungle, nigga, broke and on my last
You was on the feet, nigga, I was on my ass
You was in the sheets, nigga, I was on the ave
You was in the nigga, I was on the dash
Hustlin' in corner, I was a goner
to the USA, I was a foreigner
Fame was a beautiful bitch, so I her
Came now I'm for chips, get the coin up
I remained, all all fall
Still gettin' money when the wheels off
Real ass nigga even it's called off
Real ass nigga even when called off, my nigga