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tyga - mutha***** up - album version (edited) lyrics

[tyga]
ymcmb rawest n-ggas doing it
school for the blind i dont see these n-ggas doing it
im doing it and doing it and doing it well
n-ggas wanna test me boy who wanna fail?
hit you like a bully b-tch yeah saved by the bell
if you scared go to church ill see you in h-ll
and your girl she a flip give me heads or tails
everybody fake so i got real for sale
gunpowder fill the air
rappers sh-ttin on theyself you could smell the fear
and these b-tches laying flowers cause the king is near
t-raw this is the new flavour in ya ear
n-ggas softer than baby hair
why you acting tough heard you work at build-a-bear
ima a dealer all my girls come in deuce and pairs
im in the building i construct so light this m-th-f-cker up
what the funk you beezys want
im ready to hump the car i call it ele-phunk
trunk in the front
man she give me good brain cause she feel dumb
i just keep going like the bunny till i feel numb
yeah these b-tches want it
i put my mans on it
that 110 sup that ferrari caliornia
n-ggas want beef call me tony romo
you potatoes on the sofa
lazy m-th-f-ckas why you ain’t even trying
rich or die trying why you n-ggas ain’t died yet?
wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly sh-t
and im with the business skip peon with a ty clip
stay on the flight yeah ima trip
probably up in paradise chillin like parliaments
flow got a b-n-r you could say im on some harder sh-t
bout to make the speaker buss

[hook]
crank this m-th-f-cka up
[nicki minaj]
okay really i get money
i get money like a b-tch
she ain’t goin nowhere but swear that b-tch a trip
you see how the diamonds get to dancing it
yeah ya money short get some pants and sh-t
i be with a n-gga with a big ol d-ck
yeah i like them b-lls you be shooting them bricks
f-ck you in the game for?
b-tch we up three zip and this game four
tell em listen couple bad b-tchess
out in kingston kicking up bricks and sh-t
intervention b-tch i pay ya pension
oh you say what? i dont pay attention
yeah these n-ggas want it
i put my b-tches on it
you know the tattoos got nicki initials on it
i put the p-ssy on em cook em a pot roast
then pull off in the ghost
b-tch i do the most
[tyga]
what the funk you beezys want?
it ain’t your turn better have my money
friday like big worm
can’t see you n-ggas you like a little germ
b-tches know im excellent like mr burns
see my d-ck like b-tter churn
baby churn and ya girl with me foshure
that ain’t your concern
she forgot about her other man she will never learn
on a mic till i die rip chick huh
yessir colder than the pittsburgh?
winter fresher than a will smith t-shirt
these spurts coming through last king and a he-rs-
ask later shoot first got shooters like dirt
when it hurts leave you losers bruised up
bruce lee nunchucks
toe from the floor up though
duck rubber duck now you like oh shucks
tell the neighbours i dont give a f-ck

[hook]
crank this m-th–f-cka up

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