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chris brown & tyga - d.g.i.f.u. lyrics

[verse 1: tyga]
ya’ll know me, the still same og, young t-y-g
hated on by most these n-ggas
but i still keep sh-ttin’ on n-ggas lowkey
i don’t f-ck with you to the third degree
i keep a g, dmv, you owe a three
schemin’ on the low, tryna make a n-gga profitly
all i do is get money, f-ck, and sleep
i should run for mayor
been runnin’ sh-t, you barely maintain your b-tch
no, this ain’t no let’s say regular degular sh-t
break a neck on some busta sh-t
souls of mischief, aw sh-t, aw sh-t
i be on ’til infinity
don’t predict, b-tch, what i’m gon’ do
cause chances are i’ve outdone you
and most of my so called enemies
spit your game, talk your sh-t
grab your gat, call your clique
ball so hard i don’t need the -ssist
i’m the best, i keep saying that sh-t
n-gga, you should too
if you knew what this game’ll do to you
look at bullsh-t that i’ve been through
just to drive through and sh-t on you

[chorus: tyga]
don’t get it f-cked up
yesterday i was the freshest n-gga in america
i swear to god i ain’t lyin’, bruh, i ain’t lyin’ bruh
in america
don’t get it f-cked up
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout oh sh-t
i pull up they like oh sh-t
now look whose talkin’, b-tch
now look whose talkin’, b-tch, yeah
don’t get it f-cked up
i do this sh-t for my, i do this sh-t for my
do this sh-t for my loved ones
don’t get it f-cked up
i do this sh-t for my, i do this sh-t for my
i don’t trust n-ggas, i only trust funds n-gga

[verse 2: 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 sh-t
shawty comin’ and pullin’ up with them hooter tips
never use a n-gga, but she abuse the d-ck
i l!ck the p-ssy, let it air dry
we in a boat, n-gga, right off the coast
european or caribbean, i’m sweatin’ out my hair dye
so don’t get it f-cked up
i got a handful of matches, f-ckin’ with a bad b-tch
all my n-ggas is savages, better loc up
d-mn, it’s a tragedy, all of these casualties
metal through his body, n-gga, check his anatomy, oh sh-t
why you pillow talkin’? that’s hoe sh-t
n-gga, you a geek, still talkin’ ’bout me f-cking yo b-tch
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 sh-t now
wanna be like mike when i die
step right up, can’t name any n-gga that can f-ck with us
i’mma bring the pain, we gon’ be the game-changers
all in your face, i’m bustin’ nuts

[verse 3: 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 lim, slp’s
like snoop d-o-double g
n-gga murda was the case so motherf-ck the police
ya’ll n-ggas soft like emojis, with the heart eyes
ya’ll part skies, ya’ll cloud k!llas
we aimin’ n-ggas, my soul is blacker than apartheid
we coupe n-ggas, you n-ggas riding four doors
like uber n-gga, we pilin’ all of your wh0r-s
on the canopy my stamina be
enough for pamela anderson lee
my katy perry ain’t afraid to carry
that sh-t you sniff, taylor swift
n-ggas 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

- chris brown tyga lyrics

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