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 [Tyga] 
Ya'll know me, the still same og, young t-y-g 
Hated on by most these niggas 
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey 
I don't fuck with you to the third degree 
I keep a g, dmv, you owe a three 
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profitly 
All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep 
I should run for mayor 
Been runnin' shit, you barely maintain your bitch 
No, this ain't no lets say regular degular shit 
Break a neck on some busta shit 
Souls of mischief aww shit 
I be on til infinity 
Don't predict, bitch, what I'm gonna do 
Cause chances are I've outdone you 
And most of my so called enemies 
Spit your game, talk your shit 
Grab your gat, call your clique 
Ball so hard I don't need the assist 
I'm the best so I keep saying that shit 
Nigga, you should too 
If you knew what this game'll do to you 
Look at bullshit that I've been through 
This the drive through and shit on you. 
[Hook - tyga] 
Don't get it fucked up 
Yesterday I was the freshest nigga in america 
I swear to god I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh 
In america 
Don't get it fucked up 
Niggas talkin' bout oh shit 
I pull up they like oh shit 
Now look whose talkin', bitch 
Now look whose talkin', bitch, yeah 
Don't get it fucked up 
I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my 
Do this shit for my loved ones 
Don't get it fucked up 
I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my 
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds nigga. 
[Chris brown] 
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say 
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips 
This extended clip will make buddha shit 
Shawty comin' and pullin' up with them hooter tips 
Never use a nigga, but she abuse the dick 
I lick the pussy, let it air dry 
We in a boat, nigga, right off the coast 
European or caribbean, I'm sweatin' out my hair dye 
So don't get it fucked up 
I got a handful of matches, fuckin' with a bad bitch 
All my niggas is savages, better loc up 
Damn ,it's a tragedy, all of these casualties 
Metal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh shit 
Why you pillow talkin'? that's ho shit 
Nigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me fucking yo' bitch 
I can't lie, can't lie 
I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side 
I believe I can fly, I'm the shit now 
Wanna be like mike when I die 
Step right up, can't name any nigga that can fuck with us 
I'mma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers 
All in your face, I'm bustin' nuts. 
[Hook] 
Don't get it fucked up 
Yesterday I was the freshest nigga in america 
I swear to god I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh 
In america 
Don't get it fucked up 
Niggas talkin' bout oh shit 
I pull up they like oh shit 
Now look whose talkin', bitch 
Now look whose talkin', bitch, yeah 
Don't get it fucked up 
I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my 
Do this shit for my loved ones 
Don't get it fucked up 
I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my 
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds nigga. 
[Pusha t] 
Did ya'll think I would let my dough freeze? 
Ho, please! better bow down on both knees 
Who you think taught you to throw p's? 
Who you think taught you to rap keys? 
Dress dries, phillip limb, slp's 
Like snoop d-o-double g 
Nigga murda was the case so motherfuck the police 
Ya'll niggas soft like emojis, with the heart eyes 
Ya'll part skies, ya'll cloud killas 
We aimin' niggas, my soldiers blacker than apartheid 
We coupe niggas, you niggas riding four doors 
Like uber nigga, we pilin' all of your whores 
On the canopy my stamina be 
Enough for pamela anderson lee 
My katy perry ain't afraid to carry 
That shit you sniff, taylor swift 
Niggas talk yet it remains a myth 
I never seen it, they only dream it 
They rap about it, do interviews 
With they toy cars and they little jewels. 
[Hook] 
Don't get it fucked up 
Yesterday I was the freshest nigga in america 
I swear to god I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh 
In america 
Don't get it fucked up 
Niggas talkin' bout oh shit 
I pull up they like oh shit 
Now look whose talkin', bitch 
Now look whose talkin', bitch, yeah 
Don't get it fucked up 
I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my 
Do this shit for my loved ones 
Don't get it fucked up 
I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my 
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds nigga. 
            
 
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