Luyện nghe bài hát Tryna Be Me

[Intro: Playboi
I ain't worried 'bout no
I just wanna flex, I just flex, honestly
You what 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 trust these bitches cuz these bitches ain't shit (ain't shit)
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All
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
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[Refrain: Carti]
Young tryna be me
Young niggas be me

[Chorus: 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 babymama say I'm up, I told that I'm next, aye
Banging with my brothers, aye, with no others, aye
I bust that down and I pass it to my brother, aye
Yeah, aye, it was the other day
in the flat, tryna bring some back
Front porch with straps, he from the fucking trap

[Verse 1: Carti]
Aye, I can't serve you I can't serve you was on the trippin'
I can't you, my young niggas on the come-up, aye
Alexander McQueen, boy I it in my vest
Young Carti been ballin', bitch, but net
Bad bitch she over, she came, yeah
Bad she came over gave a young nigga neck (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 this ice, and you know this ice
Boy you know this ice my neck, ion wanna speak
Boy you know I keep a fucking Tec, yeah, is cheap
Boy I that on the seat, foreign drive by sheep
Now them boys hatin' boy, I don't fuck with boy
Aye, aye, aye
Probably catch me in a foreign, going to where the money

[Chorus: Playboi
I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I just some sex
I worried 'bout these niggas, I just 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 that 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 straps, he ain't from the fucking trap
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring back
Front porch with straps, he ain't from the trap

[Verse 3:
Aye, aye
We never see pussy hoes, only see these checks
Say you stacks, but most of your Gs in debt
I see your bitch checking out your
And I think she's impressed
Oh, what this tee here?
Nah, they ain't released yet
But that's a mad ting right
I'm killing these niggas some flowers
Nah this ain't a pack
I'm smoking some different
Niggas in cellular 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 hands are way too low, nah you ain't it properly
Fuck this bullshit, let's get to the money scheme
Feel like Imma die soon, I keep funny dreams
Told your to hide the weapon in the buggy, please
That's my nigga with the dreads and the
Pull up to the show with a Gs
Got buzzing lights and bumble bees
They never me, nah
I ain't worried no bitch

[Chorus: Playboi
I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I just some sex
I worried 'bout these niggas, I just need the check, aye
My say I'm up, I told that bitch I'm next, aye
Banging with my brothers, aye, banging 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 ain't from the trap
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some
Front with straps, he ain't from the fucking trap

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