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tyga - holla at me lyrics

[chris brown:]
uh, boom, boom
we ballin’ in the room
sweepin’ up my compet-tion call me mr. broom
knockin’ niqqaz over, call me bulldozer,
one more drink for these hoes and it’s over,
cause i’m a strike that’s something like a cobra,
i know she want my venom, but i ain’t gon’ leave it in her,
and right after i get her, she know she with a winner,
and we straight to the crib, i ain’t takin’ her to dinner,
(ha) n-gg- look at my jewels,
aviator shades i ain’t lookin’ at you,
ah chu, bless me twice,
be a rich n-gg- i be sh-tin’ on your life,
magazine covers, magnem rubbers,
i mean magnum, i don’t f-ck with stragglers,
n-gg-z want drama, gangsta grillz b-st-rds
did you check the caption? lights camera, action

[chorus: x2]
holla at me boo, holla at me baby, [x3]
i’m turnt up, i’m super turnt up

[chris brown:]
a n-gg- beat, beat
and shawty toot, toot,
blowin’ out there brains, car need a new roof,
lookin’ like a superstar, when i roll through
and shawty i’m the truth, so mama what it do?
now let’s ride out, ain’t no trippin’
when we dippin’ to my hide-out,
big dipper cause you sippin’ on my bottle
only f-ckin’ with them a-listin’ models,
now let’s get it like…
low fitted it,
if you done it,
then i did it
if you kick it,
then i’m with it
we can do this sh-t all night
your minute don’t compare to my limit
when i’m in it
and i get it
i’m a give it to you all night,
i’m the sh-t
yeah i go hard,
don’t stand in lines n-gg- i bogart
fat boy celebrity cause i’m so large
and don’t need no battery cause i’m in charge

[chorus: x2]
holla at me boo, holla at me baby, [x3]
i’m turnt up, i’m super turnt up

[tyga:]
(ha)
i’m hot mo’f-cka, get a plate b-tch
don’t say sh-t, get your face-lift
rose rich let tha champagne drip,
n-gg-s swag jack but this l.a. sh-t
get it back,
give it back
ain’t ’bout sh-t,
snap back them ain’t even rare, where the tag at?,
wack–ss all up in my ear b-tch bag back,
i bag bad b-tches mothaf-ck a kat stacks,
yellow n-gg-, no cabs
got the phantom out, no mats,
get your camera out uh, one flash,
hot beams steady shot clap your -ss,
aww, t. raw i’m so ahh,
loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dog,
patron top wash straight from the liquor store,
i’m turnt up i can’t feel my face… so

[chorus: x2]
holla @ me boo, holla @ me baby, [x3]
i’m turnt up, i’m super turnt up
hey [x3]

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