Chris Brown "D.G.I.F.U." Слова пісні

D.G.I.F.U.

[Tyga:]Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-GHated on by most these niggasBut I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkeyI don't fuck with you to the third degreeI keep a G, DMV, you owe a threeSchemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profitlyAll I do is get money, fuck, and sleepI should run for mayorBeen runnin' shit, you barely maintain your bitchNo, this ain’t no lets say regular degular shitBreak a neck on some Busta shitSouls of Mischief aww shitI be on til infinityDon't predict, bitch, what I'm gonna doCause chances are I've outdone youAnd most of my so called enemiesSpit your game, talk your shitGrab your gat, call your cliqueBall so hard I don’t need the assistI’m the best so I keep saying that shitNigga, you should tooIf you knew what this game'll do to youLook at bullshit that I've been throughThis the drive through and shit on you

[Hook - Tyga:]Don't get it fucked upYesterday I was the freshest nigga in AmericaI swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin' bruhIn AmericaDon't get it fucked upNiggas talkin' bout oh shitI pull up they like oh shitNow look whose talkin', bitchNow look whose talkin', bitch, yeahDon't get it fucked upI do this shit for my, I do this shit for myDo this shit for my loved onesDon't get it fucked upI do this shit for my, I do this shit for myI don't trust niggas, I only trust funds nigga

[Chris Brown:]Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to sayBut nothin' comes out when they move they lipsThis extended clip will make Buddha shitShawty comin' and pullin' up with them hooter tipsNever use a nigga, but she abuse the dickI lick the pussy, let it air dryWe in a boat, nigga, right off the coastEuropean or Caribbean, I'm sweatin' out my hair dyeSo don't get it fucked upI got a handful of matches, fuckin' with a bad bitchAll my niggas is savages, better loc upDamn ,it's a tragedy, all of these casualtiesMetal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh shitWhy you pillow talkin'? That's ho shitNigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me fucking yo' bitchI can't lie, can't lieI got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the sideI believe I can fly, I'm the shit nowWanna be like Mike when I dieStep right up, can't name any nigga that can fuck with usI'mma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changersAll in your face, I'm bustin' nuts

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[Pusha T:]Did ya'll think I would let my dough freeze?Ho, please! Better bow down on both kneesWho you think taught you to throw P's?Who you think taught you to rap keys?Dress Dries, Phillip Limb, SLP'sLike Snoop D-O-double GNigga murda was the case so motherfuck the policeYa'll niggas soft like Emojis, with the heart eyesYa'll part skies, ya'll cloud killasWe aimin' niggas, my soldiers blacker than apartheidWe coupe niggas, you niggas riding four doorsLike Uber nigga, we pilin' all of your whoresOn the canopy my stamina beEnough for Pamela Anderson LeeMy Katy Perry ain't afraid to carryThat shit you sniff, Taylor SwiftNiggas talk yet it remains a mythI never seen it, they only dream itThey rap about it, do interviewsWith they toy cars and they little jewels

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