Luyện nghe bài hát Tryna Be Me

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

Playboi Carti]
I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I just want 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, 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 back
Front porch with straps, he ain't from the fucking

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

[Chorus: Playboi
I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I just want sex
I ain't worried 'bout 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, with no others, aye
I bust that pussy 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
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring back
porch with straps, he ain't from the fucking trap

[Verse 3:
Aye, aye
We never see these pussy hoes, only see these
Say you getting stacks, but of your Gs in debt
I see bitch checking out your clothes
And I don't she's impressed
Oh, what tee right here?
Nah, they ain't released yet
But that's a mad ting right
I'm killing these bring some flowers
Nah this a regular pack
I'm smoking some different
in that cellular antics
You working with different powers
Put your in a single mattress
On my for hours
I her wait, one sec get off me
Your hands are way too low, nah you doing 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 with the dreads and the dungarees
Pull up to the with a hundred Gs
Got buzzing lights and bumble bees
They never me, nah
I ain't worried bout no

[Chorus: Playboi
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 that pussy 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 from the fucking trap
Walgreens in the flat, bring some back
porch with straps, he ain't from the fucking trap

[Outro: Playboi
It was the day, it was the other 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
Front porch straps, he ain't from the fucking trap)