Luyện nghe bài hát THat Part (Black Hippy Remix)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ayy! That
this shit in the hood 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 million made and still ain't changed, that
Me, my girl got matchin' bling, that
I'mma get so blowed, I'mma lose my brain, part
Me and XO thing go straight
Need me a bitch go both ways
Style on top of style,
Since a youngin' I to ball, nigga
Had a pistol in my drawls,
When I was broke, I had the sauce,
Got a Chevy with side to on it
spokes, the dang-d-dangs on it
Got a chopper to stand the too
I put your Uzi down you

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

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