Chris Brown - D.G.I.F.U. Lyrics

Ft. Pusha T & Tyga

(Verse: Tyga)
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T Y G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck wit ya to the third degree
I keep a G, DMV, ya owe a 3
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profitly
All I do is get money, fuck & sleep
I should run for mayor
Been runnin' shit, ya barely maintainin', bitch
No, this ain't no less A, rug it duggle that shit
Break a neck on some Busta shit
Sold 'er nymph shit (aw, shit, aw, shit)
I be on till infinity
Don't predict, bitch, what I'm gonna do
Cuz chances are I've outdone ya
& most of my so called enemies
Spit yo game, talk yo shit
Grab yo gat, call yo clique
Ball so hard I don't need the assist
I'm the best so I keep that shit
Nigga, ya should 2
If ya knew what this game'll do to ya
Look at bullshit that I've been thru'
This the drive thru' & shit on ya

Don't get it fucked up
Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lying, bro, I ain't lying bro
In America, don't get it fucked up!
Niggas talkin' bout oh shit
I pull up like oh shit
Now look whose talkin', bitch
Now look whose talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit fo' my, I do this shit fo' my
Do this shit fo' my luved ones
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit fo' my, I do this shit fo' my
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds nigga

(Verse 2: Chris Brown)
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
This extended clip will make Buddha shit
Shawty comin' & pullin' up wit them hooter tips
Never use a nigga, but she abuse the dick
I let the pussy let the air drop
We in a boat, nigga, right off the coast
European or Caribbean, I'm sweatin' on hair dye
So don't get it fucked up
I got a handful of matches, fuckin' wit a bad bitch
All my niggas is savages, betta loc up
Damn ,it's a tragedy, all of these casualties
Metal thru' his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh shit
Why ya pillow talking? That's ho shit
Nigga, ya a geek, still talkin' 'bout me fuckin' yo' bitch
I can't lie, can't lie
I got a bunch of bad hoes & a wife on the side
I believe I can fly, I'm the shit now
Wanna be like Mike when I die
Step right up, can't name any nigga that can fuck wit us
I'mma brin' the pain, we gon' be the game changers
All in yo face, I'm bustin' nuts


(Verse 3: Pusha T)
Did ya'll think I would let my dough freeze?
Ho, please, betta bow down on both knees
Who ya think taught ya to throw P's?
Who ya think taught ya to rap keys?
Dress drees Phillip Limb, SLP's like Snoop DO double G
Nigga murda was the case so muthafuck the police
Ya'll niggas soft like emojis, wit the heart eyes
Ya'll part skies, ya'll cloud killas
We aimin' niggas, my soldiers blacker than apartheid
We coupe niggas, ya niggas riding 4 doors
Like Uber nigga, we pilin' all of yowhores
On the canopy my stamina be
Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
My Katy Perry ain't afraid to carry
That shit ya sniff, Taylor Swift
Niggas talk yet it remains a myth
I neva seen it, they only dream it
They rap about it, do interviews
Wit they toy cars & they little jewels


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