Luyện nghe bài hát Only

Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked
All my life, man, fuck's
If I did I did a with 'em
And let 'em eat my ass a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I duck nobody but tape
Yeah, was a set up for a punchline on duct tape
bout if my butt's fake
Worried John's singing us Drake
These girls are my sons, John and Kate eight
I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a fuck if I was late
Dealing with my man on a G5 is my idea of an
Hut one, hut two, big titties, big too
Fuck with them real niggas who don't tell what they up to
Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger the rock is
These hoes couldn't test me even if name was pop quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad we don't fuck with
I don't fuck with them chickens unless they name is cutlet
Let it in, like seasonin'
And tell 'em, tell 'em blow me, Lance

Raise bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth of
Nothing but bad in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches
niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick only
I got my real niggas here by my side,

I never Nicki cause she got a man
But when that's then I'm the first in line
And the other day in her
I thought god damn, this is the time
We had come from that video
You know LA traffic, how the slow
She was sitting down on big butt
But I was still staring at the titties
Yeah, low key it may be key
I peeped that you like me you know
Who the fuck you wanna be with besides me?
I mean it doesn't take for us to do this shit quietly, I mean
She say I'm obsessed with thick and I agree
That's I like my girls BBW, yeah
Type to wanna you dry and then eat some lunch with you
So thick that everyone in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Claire
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck you
The NBA players fuck you
The bad ass bitches doing and hair fuck with you
Oh, that's cause I believe in something, and I for it
And Nicki if you tryna fuck
give me the heads up so I can plan for it

Raise your and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air the fourth of July
Nothing but bad in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be
Nothing but real only, bad bitches only
Rich only, independent bitches only
niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas by my side, only

I never fucked Nicki and that's up
If I did she'd be fucked up
Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it
Cause she actin' like she need dick in her
That's another story, I'm no story
I piss like gold is yellow
All my so overzealous
I'm from Groove, the holy Mecca
Accountant say I got money for
I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my
My from a Bida if she wave
Baby and I with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright, I take for shade
Don't my money? I take mothers instead
You got the hickups, you swallowed the
Then I make you burp boy, me like sirloin
I'm talkin' bout runnin' in with arm and guns
So think about your son and daughter
Got two goons and got smaller guns
Ain't thinkin' bout son and daughter rooms
This is just crazy my nigga, I brazy my nigga
That money talk, I rephrase it my nigga
gang take the B, I'll behave ya
I'm is for reals
If you off, I blow your face off
I mean pop-pop-pop, I take off
Now you see me, now you
Jamie Foxx, acting like Ray Charles
16 in a clip, one in the
17 Ward bully 17 bullets
My is how I went from poor me
To police pour me a drink and celebrate me

your bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the of July
but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches
Rich niggas only, independent bitches
Boss niggas only, thick only
I got my real here by my side, only