Luyện nghe bài hát THat Part [Explicit]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Few million made and still changed, that part
Me, my girl got bling, that part
get so blowed, I'mma lose my brain, that part
Me and XO thing go straight
me a bitch that'll go both ways
Style on top of style,
Since a youngin' I wanted to ball,
Had a pistol in my drawls,
When I was broke, I had the sauce,
Got a Chevy side to side on it
spokes, the dang-d-dangs on it
Got a chopper to stand the too
I put Uzi down beside you

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

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