Luyện nghe bài hát THat Part [Explicit]

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

Ayy! That
Bang shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I'm and poppin'
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 same old thing, part
405 with the gun off safe, that
Ayy I'm still tryna that plate
Rich or poor nigga, pick your
on top of style, nigga
Five years been rich, nigga
Bimmers down Fig, nigga
Pushed down Broadway
been divin' in different hoes, nigga
Got a chain worth the Rolls, nigga
Got an engine with the top in it
Nigga drivin' it like it's a in it

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

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

Me no conversate with the fake, part
All my bitches independent bitches, part
I just want the paper, that
All my flavored
That part, part, that 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 more options
then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

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

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

Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like (That part)
I just 60, man I feel like Kobe
was with me, man I feel like Kobe
Pippen at my weddin', man I feel Jordan
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 from the 'Go though
I'mma freestyle this mothafucka, who
When I'm with my niggas, nigga, Q
And uh, Top Dawg, Top Dawg
Get that on the phone
Top on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!