Luyện nghe bài hát Tryna Be Me

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

Playboi Carti]
I ain't 'bout no bitch, I just want some sex
I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I need the check, aye
My say I'm up, I told that bitch 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
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring back
Front porch with straps, he from the fucking trap

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

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

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

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

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