Luyện nghe bài hát Tryna Be Me

[Intro: Carti]
I ain't 'bout no bitch
I wanna flex, I just wanna flex, honestly
You know I'm saying?
I'm in LA (cash Carti)
I might be in Toronto week, I'm all-over the place bitch
Ayy, Cash Carti,
I'm on my shit
I can't trust these bitches cuz bitches ain't shit (ain't shit)
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All
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
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[Refrain: Playboi
Young tryna be me
Young tryna be me

[Chorus: Carti]
I worried 'bout no bitch, I just want some sex
I worried 'bout these niggas, I just need the check, aye
My babymama say I'm up, I told that I'm next, aye
with my brothers, aye, banging with no others, aye
I bust pussy down and I pass it to my brother, aye
Yeah, aye, it was just the day
Walgreens in the flat, tryna some back
Front with straps, he ain't from the fucking trap

1: Playboi Carti]
Aye, I can't serve you I can't serve you was on the trippin'
I can't serve you, my young on the come-up, aye
Alexander McQueen, boy I tuck it in my
Young Carti been ballin', bitch, but net
Bad bitch she over, she came, yeah
Bad bitch she came over gave a young nigga (I got it)
Took bitch to my crib, yeah that hoe so impressed
And I pourin', and I start pourin'
Then I stopped pourin' that bitch started to undress
And you know this ice, and you know ice
Boy you know ice around my neck, ion wanna speak
Boy you know I keep a Tec, yeah, talk is cheap
Boy I that on the seat, foreign drive by sheep
Now them boys hatin' boy, I don't with pussy boy
Aye, aye, aye
Probably catch me in a foreign, to where the money going

[Chorus: Carti]
I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I want some sex
I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I just the check, aye
My babymama say I'm up, I told that I'm next, aye
with my brothers, aye, banging with no others, aye
I bust pussy down and I pass it to my brother, aye
Yeah, aye, it was the other day
in the flat, tryna bring some back
Front with straps, he ain't from the fucking trap
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring back
Front porch straps, he ain't from the fucking trap

[Verse 3:
Aye, aye
We never see pussy hoes, only see these checks
Say you getting stacks, but most of Gs in debt
I see your checking out your clothes
And I don't think impressed
Oh, this tee right here?
Nah, they released this yet
But that's a mad ting here
I'm killing niggas bring some flowers
Nah this a regular pack
I'm smoking different powers
Niggas in that antics
You working with different powers
Put your in a single mattress
On my dick for
I her wait, one sec get off me
Your are way too low, nah you ain't doing it properly
Fuck bullshit, let's get back to the money scheme
Feel like Imma die soon, I getting funny dreams
Told your to hide the weapon in the buggy, please
my nigga with the dreads and the dungarees
Pull up to the show with a Gs
Got niggas lights and bumble bees
They trouble me, nah
I ain't worried bout no

[Chorus: Carti]
I worried 'bout no bitch, I just want some sex
I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I just the check, aye
My babymama say I'm up, I told that I'm next, aye
Banging with my brothers, aye, banging no others, aye
I bust that pussy down and I it to my brother, aye
Yeah, aye, it was just the day
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring back
Front porch with straps, he ain't the fucking trap
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring back
porch with straps, he ain't from the fucking trap

[Outro: Playboi
It was the day, it was the other day
It was the day, damn, yeah, uh, yeah
I worried, yeah, uh, how could I worry, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't worried, yeah yeah. on
(Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some
Front porch with straps, he ain't the fucking trap)