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tyga - pesci lyrics

[intro:]
you know, i think you got the wrong impression about me
i think in old fairness, i should explain to you exactly what i do.

i ain’t happy for n-body!
i ain’t happy for n-body!
he brought killer, that n-gg- catpillar
won’t hit her, only hit bad b-tches, that’s thriller!
king … last king,
n-gg- sending out shots, i’mma need the jordan ring!
uh, f uck you mean, this is really mean, gotta get polite,
future looking bright, b-tches crack tongue on the pipe.
i don’t wanna see you twerk, we’re about to f-ck life
got an asian hoe p-ssy, go deep, jerry rice!
i’m a dope n-gg-, give a d, dope dealer
don’t play with the great n-gg-, that’s rza!
ask my b-tch to tell you ain’t no n-gg-
like the one i got, the game gorilla.
back in my back like a philly n-gg- click
came extending grip, armor’s with the ruga, easy ruthless
n-gg- with a att-tude, my enemies is too sh-t
don’t get two sh-ts, but you gonna make that n-gg- pull it
but sh-t!

i’m f-cking stupid!
i don’t give a f-ck about you, al!
it’s my business, that’s what i do!

look at my face, look at my wrist, look at my waist!
n-gg-s is fake! number one reason we’ll never be late!
me, i get cake, and i don’t speak for them n-gg-s that can’t
hustle the great, sending them shop, but robbing them banks.
f-ck what you think!
i will slow that, f-ck what you’re saying
n-gg-s was playing, me i just went from a bucket to benz
up in the pen, where they predicted i’ll be out in ten
humble begins, but now i still sound hard, it don’t make no sense.
fly to j-pan, pay me cash, convert it to yen,
b-tch, i’m the man, b-tch, i’m the man!
go get your friend, i f-cked you already, can f-ck you again!
b-tch, i’m the man, b-tch, i’m the man!
i say it again!

i’ve been trying to reach you. you’re tougher to get than the president.
yeah, the least you could do is return my phone calls, though.

what up…
it’s going up like a staircase, rare bape and the real one
nowhere near fake, real estate
paint a picture, yeah i ill-strate
young g getting paper like a dinner plate
like i’m dealing weight, you a pillow case
b-ss bang make the building shake
uh, got my city on me like i got it tatted
gold chain, bustin’ semi automatic
my girl booty big you might wanna grab it
but if you reach for it, you ain’t coming back with
nada, keep heat like nevada
in the summer …. number one stunner
got gas like an h1 hammer,
turn a good girl to a track runner
n-gg-s don’t wanna, call ‘em, and my check
keep a whole lot of comas!

for instance tomorrow morning i’ll get up nice and early,
take a walk down over to the bank and…
walk in and see and,
uh… if you don’t have my money for me,
i’ll crack your f-cking head wide-open in front of everybody in the bank.

let’s go!
valet when i’m parking
og when i spark it
money speak when i’m talking
j-j’s on when i’m walking
stay fired up like arson
you can’t touch my garments
up late nights p-ss carson
drinking large proportions
of that turn up, juice, got your girlfriend, loose
shaken’ that -ss, listening to luke
give a n-gg- all hole no loops,
give a n-gg- all brain no lip,
i be at the ball hanging no grip,
pants sagging on four fifth
my security bullets like four inches.
kick that sh-t like four ninjas
did that sh-t for my n-gg-s who
made it out the hood to the good side
b-bossing up with no tie
you heard it through the …
and i was actually there
yeah, it’s clear who’s been getting to the bread like …

i’ll be there in the morning, you can f-cking try me, fatso!.
you f-cking try me!

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