Luyện nghe bài hát Stick to the Models

Ayy, bro, is Jambo?
ATL Jacob, ATL
Yeah,
through the clouds, ain't I never, never comin' down
Never down, oh
yeah, yeah

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together
my wrist up,
fuckin' a up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin', I go to off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get than lava
I'm in that mode,
everything on go, I got a deal my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, my heavenly father
I'm on my grind, no slowin' down, I done put up the bottle
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma just to the models

just stick to the models and hit it
I'ma stick to the guala and get it
I can't come up short, I'm to get it
I can to keep all my bitches
I got her up, she bad and sadity
I got my weight up, I'm carryin' my
I got vicarious, my ears, they
Put up, no worries, she she insured
I keep it real, ain't talkin'
I lost the feelin' of drankin' on
Put up them M's, my Federal
Tell you the truth, I got caught in the
Tell you the truth, I come up the dirt
She play with no panties, a bitty skirt
I hit it on Xanax and I made it
A really rich nigga, and I'm goin'

Told my bitch to us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow
my wrist up,
fuckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a
I go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than
'Cause I'm in mode,
everything on go, I got a with my goggles
doors, oh, reachin' my goals, thankin' my heavenly father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I put up the bottle
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma stick to the models

I got two blonde snow
me pics to the 'Gram
I got some bitches, they up
They fuck me just 'cause who I am
I fucked them digging bitches
I never will love her or her, but pay her
Lookin' out for her, but ain't takin' of her
She know it no way in hell
I keep it with you, keep it real with me
all we can do
Know how to with you, know how to deal with me
get wet as a pool
We call it game
When it come down to my bros and the hoes
I send my main thang to get your thang
We gon' that ho on the low

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can on together tomorrow
Fuckin' my up,
a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than
I'm in that mode,
everything on go, I got a deal with my
Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, my heavenly father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I put up the bottle
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma stick to the models

I keep it real, ain't absurd
I lost the feelin' of drankin' on
Put up M's, my Federal Reserve
you the truth, I got caught in the urge
Two blonde bunnies
me pics to the 'Gram
Deal you
Who know how to deal with you, know how to deal me
get wet as a pool
Who how to
with you