Luyện nghe bài hát Tryna Be Me

[Intro: Carti]
I ain't worried no bitch
I wanna flex, I just wanna flex, honestly
You know what I'm
I'm in LA (cash Carti)
I be in Toronto next week, I'm all-over the place bitch
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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All
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
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[Refrain: Playboi
niggas tryna be me
Young niggas 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 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, tryna some back
Front porch straps, he ain't from the fucking trap

[Verse 1: Playboi
Aye, I can't serve you I serve you was on the corner trippin'
I serve you, my young niggas on the come-up, aye
Alexander McQueen, boy I tuck it in my
Young Carti been ballin', bitch, but net
Bad she came 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 start pourin', and I pourin'
Then I stopped pourin' then bitch started to undress
And you know this ice, and you this ice
Boy you know this ice my neck, ion wanna speak
Boy you know I keep a fucking Tec, yeah, talk is
Boy I keep on the seat, foreign drive by sheep
Now them boys hatin' boy, I don't with pussy boy
Aye, aye, aye
catch me in a foreign, going to where the money going

[Chorus: Carti]
I ain't '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 bitch I'm next, aye
Banging my brothers, aye, banging with no others, aye
I that pussy down and I pass it to my brother, aye
Yeah, aye, it was just the day
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some
Front porch with straps, he ain't from the fucking
Walgreens in the flat, tryna some back
Front porch with straps, he ain't the fucking trap

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

[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 that bitch I'm next, aye
Banging with my brothers, aye, banging 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 from the fucking
Walgreens in the flat, tryna some back
Front porch with straps, he ain't from the trap

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