Luyện nghe bài hát Ocean

Got you rolling papers, got you papers
Got you papers, got you rolling papers
Minus the
Got you rolling papers, got you (uh)

Can't do it average, you and savage
niggas do backflips
my phone, you be on a jet
Roll my spliffs, send me pics every now and
When we met, I could admit, I was just sex
Taught you not to for results, but trust the process
Plus, you got your paper, ain't no
from the bong intense, when she with you, she over it
Faded but focused, I stay
Hit me up, the case closed, I leave the gate
Know what's good, your say "Ocean"
Put you on to the things
Now when you see designer, you keep composure
Send a text, say she over
I don't have to a car, she get her own
'Cause she been sober
No panties on, you ain't needin' Ron O'Neal, Curtis Mayfield
notes, hit the joint
Leave the

You know
you do to me lately
I got so love for ya
Want you to
How much that I fuck you, oh
You know
What you do to me
roll one up for ya
Want you to to the back of the club
Show love to a real one (uh)

and extra long spliffs
Hit it once, she recognize the difference is
My bottom bitch don't trip
She see me other chicks
She hardly drink, but for me, she'll a sip
Do what you gotta do to pay rent
party with lame niggas at they expense
I'm good weed, steak and shrimp
Niggas runnin' off of styles they ain't invent
Tried to grab a towel to hide the scent
You smell the all through the vent
Go through the hallways looking
I've a gangster and a gentleman
Talk to the and not no middlemen
Is you it or against it?
make a decision
Smoke a a day, eliminate the competition
I'm that nigga, been nigga
and present tenses
You look
I need a badder bitch to you

You don't
What you do to me
I got so love for ya
you to know
How much that I fuck you, oh
You don't
you do to me lately
Wanna one up for ya
you to come to the back of the club
Show love to a real one

It's a thing, it's a gang thing
It's a thing, it's a gang thing
do me like that
I'm a too

Everywhere we go
We it by the 0
The K.K., the