Luyện nghe bài hát That's What I'm Looking For

Hey JD, why you be oh, oh
Is that flossin' shit?
You just like in and so people say
"Oh shit, him"
to this, come on

Where my rag wearing soldiers
Love to watch the dough
leave the house without their strap
That's what I'm for

They know just what a need
Keep a big bank and a bag of weed
it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit
That's I'm looking for

Where my Rolley wearing who
Claim don't love you
But any time you want something done, do it
That's I'm looking for

The ball-all-night
Frontin', screamin', thug
the type of nigga I like
That's what I'm for

I get high, get
I a thug in my life to get by
That's why I spit the pussy
'Til it get and fine
He me over to the other side
If he act right he hit it from behind
We can and grind all night 'till we reach a climax
Make sure you a phat sack for Brat
you come back for more

Six pack surrounding my belly hole, tight
You ain't tell me so
So Def is the way I flow
Made to blow, pave the
Unfadable, capable to save hoe

Wherever I go, dough
I'm looking for a nigga roll, ain't broke
If it's to lick of shots he don't choke
Even know how to cocaine and when the funds is low

For the show stopper, this for the know
Shit get mo' hotter, holla my name
They follow me when I the range
And wait for me to finish performing

Never have a nigga
they keep up with the shorty
Weed pumping as as me
be the ball-all-night type
I it every minute when he charmin' me

my rag wearing soldiers that
Love to watch the stack
Never leave the house their strap
what I'm looking for

They just what a woman need
a big bank roll and a bag of weed
When time to go down they ain't scared to freak, shit
what I'm looking for

Where my Rolley thugs who
they don't love you
But any time you something done, they do it
That's what I'm for

The type
Frontin', screamin', thug
That's the type of I like
That's what I'm for

out your arms, flip out your wrists
Let me see to hit for
I'm fixing to if you can afford to cop
A couple of dem for your girl to rock
we stepping in the door we killing em
Let the heads we ain't feeling them
Or affiliated them

I glisten and glow, 38 go pop
Niggas that wanna show off, don't stop
My soldier's not having
I'm looking for a thug kill for Brat
And make million deals for Brat
And pay some of the bills for
And chill for Brat

Watch dough stack, been broke, am I back? Nope
to know how to surround a bitch with stability
Get down, bitches, if he me, rich now
I can't to sit down, get bored if
We got hits out need big clout
crowd my space if we dip out
Running with other nigga face he don't trip out

Never leave the house without weed and a
Even got keys to the spot to the PO Box
And in the drawer he find his underwear
I keep a fresh do rag in his

Where my rag wearing that
to watch the dough stack
Never leave the house without their
what I'm looking for

They just what a woman need
Keep a big bank and a bag of weed
When it's time to go down they ain't to freak, shit
That's what I'm for

Where my Rolley thugs who
they don't love you
But any time you want done, they do it
That's I'm looking for

The type
Frontin', screamin', thug
That's the of nigga I like
what I'm looking for

That's what I'm for
what I'm looking for
That's what I'm for
That's what I'm for