Luyện nghe bài hát THat Part (Black Hippy Remix)

Me no conversate the fake, that part
All my independent bitches, that part
I want the paper, that part
All my flavored
That part, that part, part, that part

Ayy! That
Bang this shit in the hood one
Lil bitch I'm and poppin'
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is

Quarter million, switchin' lanes, part
Bet my bitch move the same old thing, part
405 with the gun off safe, that
Ayy I'm tryna make that plate
Rich or nigga, pick your fate
Style on top of style,
Five I've been rich, nigga
Drove down Fig, nigga
Pushed down Broadway
I've divin' in different hoes, nigga
Got a that's worth the Rolls, nigga
Got an engine with the top in it
Nigga it like it's a bomb in it

Me no conversate with the fake, part
All my independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, part
All my flavored
That part, that part, that part, that

Okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, bitch this ain't
Nigga with an attitude, I like O'Shea
Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like
I left the strip club, got some glitter on me
Wifey gonna kill me, she the OJ
Y'all feel me, man this ain't okay
Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I'm
nigga, still eatin' catfish
That ain't really bad, that's a catfish
If I walk up out of Saks
Have the paparazzi back-flips
If I lay you down on the
Blow the back out 'til you
Thick, we already
She got 'em done, bra-strapless
Yeah!
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, this ain't Chipotle (That part)
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like (That part)
Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like (That part)

Me no conversate with the fake, part
All my bitches independent bitches, that
I just want the paper, part
All my flavored
That part, that part, part, that part

Ayy! part
Bang this shit in the one time
Lil I'm back and poppin'
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I more options
then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

Few made and still ain't changed, that part
Me, my girl got bling, that part
get so blowed, I'mma lose my brain, that part
Me and XO thing go straight
Need me a that'll go both ways
Style on top of style,
Since a youngin' I wanted to ball,
Had a in my drawls, nigga
I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga
Got a with side to side on it
Hundred spokes, the on it
Got a chopper to the fire too
I put your Uzi beside you

Me no with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that
I just want the paper, that
All my bitches
That part, that part, that part, that
Ayy! part
That
That

Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel Kobe (That part)
I just dropped 60, man I feel Kobe
Lamar was with me, man I feel Kobe
Pippen at my weddin', man I feel like
Trippin' at my weddin', I be
Ain't say shit,
You was close though
You was to hoes though
You wouldn't listen to the though
to the 'Go
Listen to a young nigga the 'Go though
freestyle this mothafucka, who knew?
When I'm with my niggas, nigga, Q
And uh, Top Dawg, call Top
Get that on the phone
Top on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!