Chris Brown

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

rate me

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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