Luyện nghe bài hát THat Part (Black Hippy Remix) [Explicit]

Me no conversate the fake, that part
All my bitches bitches, that part
I just want the paper, part
All my bitches
That part, that part, that part, part

Ayy! part
Bang this shit in the hood one
Lil bitch I'm back and
Tell that ugly bitch to away, I need more options
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is

Quarter million, switchin' lanes, part
Bet my bitch move the same old thing, that
405 with the gun off safe, that
Ayy I'm tryna make that plate
Rich or nigga, pick your fate
Style on top of style,
years I've been rich, nigga
Drove down Fig, nigga
Porsche's down Broadway
I've been divin' in hoes, nigga
Got a chain that's the Rolls, nigga
Got an back with the top in it
Nigga drivin' it like it's a in it

Me no conversate with the fake, that
All my bitches independent bitches, part
I just want the paper, that
All my flavored
That part, that part, part, that part

Okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, bitch this ain't
Nigga with an attitude, I like O'Shea
Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel like
I left the strip club, got some glitter on me
Wifey gonna kill me, she the OJ
Y'all don't feel me, man ain't okay
Four Seasons, a shower, new clothes, I'm reloaded
Rich nigga, still eatin'
That bitch really bad, that's a catfish
If I up out of Saks Fifth
Have the paparazzi doin'
If I lay you down on the
Blow the back out you backless
Thick, we established
She just got 'em done,
Yeah!
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can't be choosers, this ain't Chipotle (That part)
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like (That part)
Walkin', legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)

Me no conversate with the fake, part
All my bitches independent bitches, that
I want the paper, that part
All my bitches
That part, that part, that part, that

Ayy! part
Bang this in the hood one time
Lil I'm back and poppin'
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I more options
then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

Few made and still ain't changed, that part
Me, my got matchin' bling, that part
I'mma get so blowed, I'mma lose my brain, part
Me and XO only thing go
Need me a bitch that'll go both
on top of style, nigga
Since a youngin' I wanted to ball,
Had a pistol in my drawls,
When I was broke, I had the sauce,
Got a Chevy with side to on it
Hundred spokes, the on it
Got a to stand the fire too
I put your Uzi down you

Me no with the fake, that part
All my independent bitches, that part
I want the paper, that part
All my flavored
That part, that part, that part, that
Ayy! part
part
That

Walkin', livin' legend, man I feel Kobe (That part)
I just 60, man I feel like Kobe
Lamar was me, man I feel like Kobe
Pippen at my weddin', man I like Jordan
at my weddin', I be raaa-uh-ayy
Ain't say shit,
You was close though
You was to hoes though
You wouldn't listen to the though
to the 'Go
Listen to a nigga from the 'Go though
freestyle this mothafucka, who knew?
When I'm with my niggas, nigga, Q
And uh, Top Dawg, Top Dawg
Get that on the phone
Top on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!