Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Gee La

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

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

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

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

Give a fuck about a

T-G-O-D, peep the from the floor seats
for my throne, put them bitches in the nosebleeds
(T-G-O-D), to the money
Fornicating with the ballers and fuck a prenup like the
(T-G-O-D), educating
On the what, where, hows of a boss, see
Bitch I school sluts on the and the whos
And the and the shoes and how the body of a Porsche be
Now it's rock-a-bye
out when I'm rocking my vicious
Ass-to-waist
shipped out in casio, rent on a fascio
(Oo-la-la-la) is the way we rock when we doing our thing
(Oo-la-la-la) is the first class high that the bring
My circle,
Can't like a ain't I care
Ain't I there, sonning you hoes, I
None of you hoes have earned, of you hoes have learned
living through my shadows
Got them throwing more shade than a out meadow
Living in a called Lala, no Melo
Maserati sitting on lips all
out interior like a cigarillo
Now these wanna hang, leave them hanging like hello
(Ha ha ha ha ha) until my lifeless corpse in the of the Earth
Forever stay a bitch and only fear God
When the get to tempting me, I only hear God
And my help build me, so endear eyes
Lauryn we'll forever love you, forever fill hearts...
Hip Hop

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

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

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

a fuck about a hater

Paper, paper, paper, I'm so Taylor'd
Burning dope, ashes on the calculator
Big wads in my pockets, money bend
I'm so sincere in a Belly Benz
Hit the club, drinking Sapphire gin
Juicy J don't fuck ratchet hoes, only 10s

Getting high, rolling 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