Luyện nghe bài hát THat Part [Explicit]

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

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

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

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

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

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, part

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

Few million and still ain't changed, that part
Me, my girl got matchin' bling, part
get so blowed, I'mma lose my brain, that part
Me and XO only go straight
Need me a bitch that'll go ways
on top of style, nigga
Since a youngin' I wanted to ball,
Had a pistol in my drawls,
I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga
Got a Chevy with to side on it
spokes, the dang-d-dangs on it
Got a chopper to stand the too
I put your Uzi beside you

Me no conversate 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
That
That

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