Luyện nghe bài hát Pull Dat Cash Out / December

30, you a for this one

Young nigga ballin' like Curry, bitch stalkin' my jewelry
Sixes all on the curb and know a young swervin'
All my young niggas lurkin', get messy on purpose
With my bitch she flirtin', what's a dick? That's a thirty
I ain't fuckin' wit no crab bitch, baby that cash out huh
that cash out, baby this your last shot
I ain't fuckin' wit no nigga, who gon' be tearin' out?
You gon' be out, you ain't gon' bust nann shot

I can't believe these pussy nigga tryna beef about hoe
This a freak, this ya hoe, you ain't street boy, you's a hoe
I was tryna find out how fuck that he through the hole
How the fuck da spot got hot, found a went through ya hole
You been pillow talkin' woe, real killa cold
Real nigga talkin' codes, I say jigga, a low
Got a jugga in DC, got fight that jigga off in
So many jugg, I need a just like Hov
Send a bankroll, not these (bankroll)
Rest easy Bankroll, my bro (rest easy Bankroll)
stay on tippy toe (tip), goin this way way up on you hoes
Damn right off in this bitch, put this K up on her bro
I was just tryna get money, you fade the draco

Young nigga ballin' Curry, bitch keep stalkin' my jewelry
Sixes all on the curb and a young nigga swervin'
All my young niggas lurkin', bitch get on purpose
With my she still flirtin', what's a dick? That's a thirty
I ain't fuckin' wit no bitch, baby pull that cash out huh
Pull that cash out, baby this your last
I ain't wit no pussy nigga, who gon' be tearin' out?
You gon' be tearin' out, you gon' bust nann shot

Pussy nigga thought he was mob, he just a mascot
Vito way, rookie of the year like Prescott
I got young killas, like Curry, they don't miss a shot
They don't miss a shot, I send 'em straight up through ya
Nigga had da nerve to ask 1 'bout a pussy ass bitch
That hoe don't belong to me or you, that hoe belong to dick
These hoes straight to dick,
young nigga from the bricks (from the bricks)
Ain't got for a bitch (no,
no) she tryna get me rich (for real)
Money, power, though, pullin' up by the bankroll
Want some problems? Ain't think so, want some smoke? think so
out with them dracos, walkin' up with them dracos
Mob for life that's the way it goes, cross ya out the way it go

Young nigga ballin' like Curry, bitch keep stalkin' my
Sixes all on the curb and know a young swervin'
All my young niggas lurkin', get messy on purpose
With my bitch she still flirtin', a dick? That's a thirty
I ain't wit no crab bitch, baby pull that cash out huh
Pull that cash out, baby your last shot
I ain't fuckin' wit no pussy nigga, who gon' be tearin'
You gon' be tearin' out, you ain't bust nann shot, pussy

"December"
Ayo Troub, get at me bruh, Mike WiLL, I'm at the yo.
It was me from that 404 number man like.
This my new bruh, get at me, I'm at the yo