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tyga & swae lee - shine (zeze freestyle) lyrics

[intro: swae lee]
yeah
d.a. got that dope!
go

[chorus: swae lee]
you already know (you already)
my protocol (oh)
i wouldn’t say they greedy, but they come back for more (more)
superstar status, baby, hold the applause (yeah, superstar status)
my life a movie, baby, you’re in this episode (ohh)
yo, dressed down in this b-tch, woah
takin’ bad b-tches home wit’ me (ooh)
give a d-mn about receipts, oh (ooh)
spend it all, watch it blow away
take a dose, don’t misuse it
pop fifteen, make her dreams come true (ayy)
all my cash come blue
shine on these n-ggas like we always do (ooh)

[verse 1: tyga]
(hah)
i done seen rap n-ggas (yeah)
come and dap n-ggas (yeah)
turn they back on ya, now they wanna rap with ya (d-mn)
ten years in the race, i done overlapped n-ggas (pew)
platinum in my ring, i done sold plaques, n-gga (d-mn)
takin’ shots at a beast had to come attack n-ggas (hah)
treat you like my son, i don’t need a babysitter (nope)
i reinvent the rhythm, n-ggas wanna reconsider (bah)
fallin’ in the bank, i’ll be gone ’til november (fume)
take a famous b-tch, then i turn her to a sinner (freak)
bad b-tches only, tell them n-ggas, “do not enter” (nope)
i pack pack, puttin’ the b-tches in a sprinter (yeah)
i switch flow, switch whip into aventa’ (fume)
i eat this beat like a tv dinner (uhm)
on your tv, don’t fall asleep on a n-gga (yeah)
i’m swimming in this money, r.i.p. mac miller (d-mn)
and i’m loyal to my soul, i’m a hometown hero

[bridge: tyga & swae lee]
where ya bread at? (bread at)
where ya bread at? (bread at)
where ya crib? where ya muhf-ckin’ bed at? (bed at)
is that your best friend (best friend), can i smash that? (smash that)
where the smoke? where the liquor? where your n-ggas at? (n-ggas at, woah)
where ya bread at? (bread at)
where ya bread at? (bread at)
where ya crib? where ya muhf-ckin’ bed at? (bed at)
is that your best friend, can i smash that? (smash that)
where the smoke? where the liquor? where your n-ggas at? (n-ggas at)

[verse 2: tyga & swae lee]
i’m gettin’ h-lla racks (yeah)
aye, aye, i’m throwin’ racks on her muhf-ckin’ ratchet -ss (rack, rack, rack, rack it up, rack it up)
aye, i ain’t got no game, baby i just talk big facts (big facts, big facts, aye, yeah, oh sh-t )
aye, throw some cheese in the corner, turn that b-tch to a hood rat (she a hood rat, she a hood rat)
i don’t love ’em, i don’t cuff ’em, i just f-ck ’em, hope you cool with that
i hope you cool, baby, yeah (i hope you cool)
i don’t love ’em, i don’t cuff ’em, i just f-ck ’em, hope you cool with that

- tyga swae lee lyrics

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