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

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

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

They know just 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
what I'm looking for

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

The ball-all-night
Frontin', screamin', life
That's the type of nigga I
That's I'm looking for

I get high, get
I like a in my life to get by
why I spit shine the pussy
'Til it get tight and
He push me over to the other
If he act right he could hit it from
We can bump and all night 'till we reach a climax
Make sure you a phat sack for Brat
you come back for more

Six pack surrounding my hole, it's tight
You gotta tell me so
So Def is the way I flow
Made to blow, pave the
Unfadable, to save your hoe

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

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

have a nigga yawning
When they keep up the shorty
pumping as strong as me
Gotta be the type
I like it every minute when he me

my rag wearing soldiers that
Love to watch the stack
Never leave the without their strap
That's what I'm for

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

Where my Rolley wearing who
Claim they love you
But any you want something done, they do it
what I'm looking for

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

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

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

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

Never leave the house weed and a glock
Even got keys to the spot to the PO Box
And in the when he find his underwear
I a fresh do rag in his hair

my rag wearing soldiers that
Love to the dough stack
Never the house without their strap
That's I'm looking for

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

my Rolley wearing thugs who
Claim they love you
But any time you want something done, do it
what I'm looking for

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

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