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[Featuring: Busta Rhymes]
[Verse 1: Tyga]
One shot, bomboclat
bitches jumping on my dick, hopping like itâs hopscotch
Booty pop, my bitch donât wear that she prolly ass shots
I donât give a fuck, I fuck em all till they pussy ouch
Potty mouth, oochie wally, bang, bang then Iâm out
Once u-fucking-pon a time, had your bitch inside my house
Cooking grits and riding dick
Swear she the best chef around
Pop that pussy, now let me see you doo doo brown
I wanna rock, I wanna rock
Tell these bitch niggas itâs they time of the month, time of the month
niggas want beef but I eat that shit, eat eat everything well done
Iâm so far in the clouds I can barely hear
All that shit you rocking, boy that was last year
GOATâs here, niggas steer my style like a stop deer
Pump fear
To you bitches heart, Suge without the beard
Man, all these new niggas weird
They all lining up to come and see the last king
[Hook: Tyga]
I get money, I make money
I take money, them bitches want it from me âcause Iâm
Iâm âbout whatever, Iâm âbout whatever
Iâm âbout whatever, man I do it, do it better
Two, two more shots, then Iâm out
Iâm a motherfucker and I got a potty mouth
Iâm âbout whatever man, Iâm âbout whatever man
Iâm âbout whatever, man I do it, do it better
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Man, I fucked your dime and now sheâs mine
2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm
She put on a nigga and make a grown man cry
Feeling bullshit, I donât pay you no mind
But whatâs your sign? Gemini?
Scorpio, let me fuck from behind
However you want it, baby
Light the blunts, blunts and close your eyes
Real nigga doe, real nigga doe
Got a freak bitch in the DB9, put me on doe
Came in the door, kicked in the door
Waiving the .44, put one, one in your blowhole
Man, youâre paper thin, you need to take some notes
niggas steal my lines and say they donât, there go another new quote
Iâm fresh off the boat, nigga letâs toast
Young Money real, yâall shit just a hoax
Made a fairytale, busy on a float
Why would I lie?
Forever under oath, Iâm
So fucking frustrated with your lady
Get a flight, I send her home
Man my love is oh so tainted
If you fine you might get diamonds, if you a five you might get nothing
Iâm on my monsters, they from a moshpit
R-r-r-rock you like Nirvana
Man I be off Patron like itâs a holiday
fucking with them finer things, pull up on your bitch and say
[Hook: Tyga]
I get money, I make money
I take money, them bitches want it from me âcause Iâm
Iâm âbout whatever, Iâm âbout whatever
Iâm âbout whatever, man I do it, do it better
Two, two more shots, then Iâm out
Iâm a motherfucker and I got a potty mouth
Iâm âbout whatever man, Iâm âbout whatever man
Iâm âbout whatever, man I do it, do it better
[Verse 3: Tyga]
Man, I fucked your dime
Still in my prime
Young D, Iâm freshest nigga on the line
Better man up, itâs about to go down
Leave you with jaw-dropped, face on the ground
Let the rain fill the moats âround my kingdom
Carved in the cement, star, pledge allegiance
Iâma let you leave âem screaming
Dreaming just to get by
Girl you so fly, why you so high?
Two more shots, then Iâm out
Iâm a motherfucking potty mouth
Iâm âbout whatever, Iâm âbout whatever
Iâm âbout whatever, man I do it, do it better
All bad bitches in my house
Iâm a motherfucker, fuck her then I kick her out
Iâm âbout whatever, Iâm âbout whatever
Iâm âbout whatever, man I do it, do it better
[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
Cannibal, I eat you raw meat
Iâm raw with beats
So scavenger with it, nigga look like Jaws with feet
You donât want it, bitch
Yâall niggas know I get gully, what you want?
Listen close, yâall donât hear how the beat get ugly when a motherfucker come through?
Excuse me bitch
Please let me kill it just a little bit and let a nigga do what he do
Movie shit, that tec make a niggas wanna vomit spit
You niggas already knew
She keep on fronting niggas, then Iâm lighting up another city
Got her fighting âtil they get to biting, they we getting gritty
See the time and now a nigga climbing up another milli
Then we shining till a nigga blind them, up until it kills me
Forth and back and my dying is a nigga âtil it pulls up on the track
Then Iâma die sixty niggas âtil we pop off like we in the wild west
When I finished giving you the crack pipe
If you knew Iâm in route to the crib just to park the Bugatti at the house
Sin big and one of my bitches really turn her out now
Still everyone know I got a potty mouth now
shit they got me doing it again
Back to bodying things and lots of screwing other women
You can never stop the shit that Iâm doing
And the way that we moving
Get it popping, never stopping, kill âem in the end now
And Iâma get âem to the point when I got âem all open, handling my business with âem ha!
Trust me you donât wanna start cause you know itâs torture!
Every single minute til I finish with âem
And I knock shit down
Every time I come and then I lock shit down
âTil I come up place niggas better drop that crown
Ever here, âfore I pop you clowns
And I go erase niggas!
- Álbum:
- Feel Me (Single)
- Act Ghetto (Single)
- Fan Of A Fan
- 40 Mill (Single)
- The Gold Album: 18th Dynasty
- Fuk Wat They Talkin Bout (Mixtape)
- Real Deal (Single)
- Hookah (Single)
- Make It Work (Single)
- Dope (Single)
- Hotel California
- Well Done 4 (Mixtape)
- Careless World: Rise Of The Last King
- Faded (Single)
- Well Done 3
- 187
- Far Away (Single)
- Well Done 2 (Mixtape)
- Still Got It (Single)
- Rack City (Single)