Tyga
B-tch im the sh-t
Bi-b-tch im the sh-t
repeat it to yo b-tch, tell yo b-tch im the sh-t
im so dis-disrespectful, ask them b-tches that you next to
prolly hit it if I met you,
I dont remember none of yall names
this aint legal in yall state
this that firearm, that cherry bomb, I light it in yo face.
Mr. Eddison, I put it on
That jury in my state, now your vision gone.
my bad my dog, im sippin on that case
Might go corozone my face
Watch yo step n-gga, what you deaf n-gga, dont you ever greet me with yo f-ckin left n-gga
Tat it up, I can spot you way quicka
Im in that fasion district polo f-ck that hilfiger.
Ya
Maybe you some bullsh-t and I talk that real sh-t
Im bout to hit that kill switch and burn this b-tch like chile
im illa-est so evident, I just threw my evidence.
in the crowd I dont give a sh-t, too many people just got them tips.
Im hoggin, slim skinny n-gga dope ballin
pay cash for the cash man ralph lauren carlton
http://moozikportal.blogspot.com
your just a square in the office
arils ima need agent im spading
big donky butt
she can be my target
i pinned the tail
i did it well
well done
so applaud me
this beat got me jogging
easy for a cave man
im inline you talkin
cooler than my ray bans
darker shades "rain man"
get the cash rain man
killa j's "space jam"
the motherf-ckin son of sam
ughhh
pull up in the all white ice box
hottest out the sweat shop
pull a bear mink out
ugh
dude
im the motherf-ckin truth
you aint noticed what i do
you don't do this how i do
i be rollin 9-3x coupe
I GOT THAT PHOTOPROOF
PHOTOBOOTH NO PHOTOSHOP
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