Luyện nghe bài hát Tryna Be Me

[Intro: Carti]
I ain't worried no bitch
I just wanna flex, I wanna flex, honestly
You know what I'm
I'm in LA (cash Carti)
I might be in next week, I'm all-over the place bitch
Ayy, Carti, yeah
I'm on my shit
I can't trust these bitches cuz 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 worried 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
Banging with my brothers, aye, 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 with straps, he ain't the fucking trap

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

[Chorus: Carti]
I ain't 'bout no bitch, I just want some sex
I ain't 'bout these niggas, I just need the check, aye
My babymama say I'm up, I that bitch I'm next, aye
Banging my brothers, aye, banging with no others, aye
I bust that down and I pass it to my brother, aye
Yeah, aye, it was just the day
in the flat, tryna bring some back
Front porch with straps, he ain't from the trap
Walgreens in the flat, bring 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, this tee right here?
Nah, they ain't released yet
But that's a mad ting here
I'm killing these niggas bring flowers
Nah this ain't a pack
I'm smoking some powers
Niggas in that antics
You working with different powers
Put your girl in a single
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, get back to the money scheme
Feel like die soon, I keep getting funny dreams
Told babymama to hide the weapon in the buggy, please
That's my nigga with the and the dungarees
Pull up to the with a hundred Gs
Got niggas buzzing and bumble bees
never trouble me, nah
I ain't bout no bitch

[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 that I'm next, aye
Banging my brothers, aye, banging with no others, aye
I bust that down 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
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring back
Front porch straps, he ain't from the fucking trap

[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 I worry, yeah, yeah, yeah
I worried, yeah yeah. hold on
(Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring back
Front porch straps, he ain't from the fucking trap)