Luyện nghe bài hát BFF (Remix)

Whole lot of that my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my belt
Getting so much cash I don't need a
You smoking on trash, throw it in the garbage
street nigga coming from the pot
Hanging on the block, kickin' with the
They say that talk so don't you make a comment
I'm proud of myself, I done it

Done it, done it, it man I'm runnin' up
Tity Boi 'bout to fuck the up
Order some new for the Wraith
3rd chain on to get her
I'ma poster for the hustle
You a poser child for them
up for grabs, I'ma take it
Try to stay down like the
Live by the code, it true
and everything to get a loot
Nigga they trill but I'm triller
Nigga they ill but I'm iller
Nigga they big but I'm larger
Pussy you ain't nothin' but a
on joints, get massages
Keep me and I charge up

Whole lot of money my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi
Getting so much I don't need a wallet
You smoking on that trash, throw it in the
Young street coming from the project
Hanging on the block, kickin' with the
They say that money talk so you make a comment
I'm of myself, motherfucker I done it

In first they ask me what I do
Had a stove, and a blender too
up on your set in a 62
Pull up on your set to send 'em through
Shittin' on them niggas an enema
Fuck the bitch, had to say I'm her
know I know I been winnin'
Niggas know I I don't give any fucks
Sold my Monte Carlo, a Cadillac
my Cadillac and went and got a Beamer
I used to put my in the cleaners
Trap the street from Phillips Arena
Spend a lil money you can't it with ya
They said the feds out takin' pictures
Well I'm the freshest nigga on their
making bands, yes I am