Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Gee La

Look I can roll up some more weed
Or 22 more bottles of Don P
My presidential shining, that's on Gs
The that I got on are designers from overseas
I pulled up high, told the valet to hold my keys
out, walk in that motherfucker, bought everything that I seen
Niggas hating, bitches wishing they can get in position for infiltration
Taylor motherfucker, don't deal with no shape shift
real motherfuckers come up in my playlist
I keep it way too to fuck with your fake shit
This the real here, roll one up and face it

Getting high, rolling up for e'ryone to know me

In the club, bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z

And you know I'm getting cash I'm all about that paper

Give a fuck a hater

T-G-O-D, peep the game from the seats
Here for my throne, put them bitches in the
(T-G-O-D), married to the
Fornicating with the and fuck a prenup like the Kobes
(T-G-O-D), hoes
On the what, where, hows of a boss, see
Bitch I school on the whats and the whos
And the and the shoes and how the body of a Porsche be
Now it's rock-a-bye
Lights out when I'm rocking my
ratio
Giuseppe shipped out in casio, on a fascio
(Oo-la-la-la) is the way that we rock we doing our thing
(Oo-la-la-la) is the first class that the Taylors bring
My circle,
Can't compare a ain't I care
Ain't I there, sonning you hoes, I
None of you have earned, none of you hoes have learned
living through my shadows
Got them throwing more than a clouded out meadow
Living in a called Lala, no Melo
sitting on lips all yellow
Smoked out interior a cigarillo
Now hoes wanna hang, leave them hanging like hello
(Ha ha ha ha ha) my lifeless corpse in the depth of the Earth
Forever stay a real and only fear God
When the Devil get to tempting me, I only God
And my struggles help build me, so endear
Lauryn we'll forever love you, you'll fill hearts...
Hip Hop

Getting high, rolling weed up for to know me

In the club, bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z

And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about paper

Give a about a hater

Paper, paper, paper, I'm so fucking
Burning dope, getting ashes on the
Big in my pockets, money barely bend
I'm so riding in a Belly Benz
Hit the club, drinking Sapphire gin
Juicy J don't with ratchet hoes, only 10s

Getting high, weed up for e'ryone to know me

In the club, popping bottles, weed by the O-Z

And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about paper