Luyện nghe bài hát Tryna Be Me

[Intro: Playboi
I ain't worried 'bout no
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 bitch
Ayy, Carti, yeah
I'm on my different
I can't these bitches cuz these bitches ain't shit (ain't shit)
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All
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
bad ([?])
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bad ([?])

[Refrain: Carti]
niggas tryna be me
Young niggas be me

[Chorus: Playboi
I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I just some sex
I ain't worried 'bout 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 that pussy down and I pass it to my brother, aye
Yeah, aye, it was the other day
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some
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 serve you, my young niggas on the come-up, aye
Alexander McQueen, boy I it in my vest
Carti been ballin', bitch, nothin' but net
Bad bitch she came over, she came,
Bad bitch she came over a young nigga neck (I got it)
Took bitch to my crib, yeah that hoe so impressed
And I start pourin', and I start
Then I pourin' then that bitch started to undress
And you know this ice, and you know ice
Boy you this ice around my neck, ion wanna speak
Boy you know I keep a Tec, yeah, talk is cheap
Boy I keep on the seat, foreign drive by sheep
Now them boys hatin' boy, I don't fuck pussy boy
Aye, aye, aye
Probably catch me in a foreign, to where the money going

Playboi 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 bitch I'm next, aye
Banging 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 some back
Front with straps, he ain't from the fucking trap
in the flat, tryna bring some back
Front porch with straps, he ain't from the trap

3: Skepta]
Aye, aye
We see these pussy hoes, only see these checks
Say you getting stacks, but most of Gs in debt
I see your bitch checking out clothes
And I don't 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 with some different powers
Put girl 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 this bullshit, let's get back to the money
Feel like die soon, I keep getting funny dreams
your babymama to hide the weapon in the buggy, please
That's my with the dreads and the dungarees
Pull up to the with a hundred Gs
Got niggas lights and bumble bees
They never me, nah
I worried bout no bitch

Playboi Carti]
I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I want some sex
I worried 'bout these niggas, I just need 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 pussy down and I pass it to my brother, aye
Yeah, aye, it was the other day
Walgreens in the flat, bring some back
Front with 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

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