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tyga - sayin this lyrics

[lil wayne:]
(let my lil n-gg-z holla at ya’ll t.y.g.a yung mulah baby)

[verse 1: tyga]
da color on da beat trick or treat all my b-tches give like halloween p-ssy fiend savior every flavor lik jelly beans who it be candyman say my f-ckin name in three tyga… tyga tyga tyga man gotta remember me father of my team no nothin other den ballin n-gg-s talk sweet to dey head lik an almond knots on ya bald head knots in my pockets dem b da old days now it’s in deposits for da love of money like da ojs in da 20’s f-ckin yung money getting every dollar junkies a dozen brothers how must it feel as a mother of ya lil pumkin b-tch gettin smashed n-gg-s takin numbers so many in line u could probably u would will die dis black friday n-gg- sales over b-tches boat full of benjis sell it to da fijes me i’m neva empty i free da gently i spin it dat a risk fact a limp back gold medals on my skinny skin color money

[break:]
f-ckin eh don’t believe he sayin this sh-t let’s go

[verse 2:]
better believe he don’t eat it i deliver lik a pizza heat of da moment homies i get flat lik addidas i need a, endors-m-nt deal lik jesus team say he got game ias fly n des sneakers malabas dey be singing cocunuts got em drinkin most of dem puke up dat eitha money i b eatin should i take a bow encore i’m thinkin bout dis rap in my bows on dis track i sh-t it out

[break:]
f-ckin eh don’t believe he sayin this sh-t tyga tyga

[verse 3:]
whos da next rumper? shake dat -ss on my bubba gumper neva talks she jus f-cks lik bella dona p-rn starer face shots lik bad boxers she take da kids lee lik key morer d-mn inconsiderate she say my knees hurtin but don’t even care lik no insurance borin hatin -ss biches jus ignore dem evict out dey apartments look wut your in georgy amonie corton i’m performer my mojos cold jo far from a boras u ain’t neva seen a bling lik dis before me get chips mine lik theodore alvin simon american idol could’ntmake a star shine bright like i do

f-ckin eh don’t believe he sayin this sh-t yung money [beat fades]

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