TYGA

TYGA - Fight Night (Remix) lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

If you know me know this ain't my feng-shui

Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume

Talking crazy, I pull up hundalay

R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate

Public Service Announcement

Where all my rich niggas at man?

MIGO!

(Hook)

Broke niggas stand to the left (nigga)

My rich niggas stand to the right (niggas)

Lil' mamma, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!)

Im'a knock the pussy out like fight night

Hit it with the left, hit with the right

Im'a knock the pussy out like fight night

Beat it with the left, beat it with the right

Im'a knock the pussy out like fight night

(Verse: Tyga)

Pack the pussy out, Pacquiao

Put a pussy in his place, throw it like a paper route

Pussy on a stand, my bitch'll never testify

We ain't never vibe, like the Mac, it's all blurred lines

Who the fuck wanted pussy? Punch you in yo good eye

Go the all time, when we meet then it's genocide

Poor bitches down to ride, big booty, tender lines

All whip, they never lies I'mma pastor, I'm the reverend now

Young Jones, Spike Lee with this king shit

Tap the face, Mike Tyson, real Tyga in the crib

Shit, sitting on sixes, I started this kinga shit, nigga

This the motherfuckin' thanks I get, bitch?!

(Hook)

Broke niggas stand to the left (nigga)

My rich niggas stand to the right (niggas)

Lil' mamma, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!)

Im'a knock the pussy out like fight night

Hit it with the left, hit with the right

Im'a knock the pussy out like fight night

Beat it with the left, beat it with the right

Im'a knock the pussy out like fight night

[Bridge:]

If you know me know this ain't my feng-shui

Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume

Talking crazy, I pull up hundalay

R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate

(Verse: Takeoff)

Pocket rocket fire, watch him disintegrate

It's a truckload coming on the interstate

Sirloin steak all on my dinner plate

Your main bitch say she wanna make a sex tape

Rich nigga, I could never be a broke nigga (rich nigga)

Broke niggas I can never get along with them!

Always been hated since a little nigga (always)

It's forever pussy nigga gotta deal wit it, nigga

(Hook)

Broke niggas stand to the left (nigga)

My rich niggas stand to the right (niggas)

Lil' mamma, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!)

Im'a knock the pussy out like fight night

Hit it with the left, hit with the right

Im'a knock the pussy out like fight night

Beat it with the left, beat it with the right

Im'a knock the pussy out like fight night

(Verse: Quavo)

Float like a butterly, sting like a bee

Rumble, young nigga, rumble!

Lil' mamma want a nigga like me in the sheets

Ice cube knock it out like Deebo

Now who's that talking that gangsta shit?

Somebody gonna kick your ass

When I walk up in the club I better make a thunderstorm

Let them know that this a whole lot of cash

Rich niggas on the right all night (rich nigga)

Broke niggas to the left by yourself (brokanese)

Now who the hell just said that the roof on fire?

Call 911 like Wyclef

(Hook)

Broke niggas stand to the left (nigga)

My rich niggas stand to the right (niggas)

Lil' mamma, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!)

Im'a knock the pussy out like fight night

Hit it with the left, hit with the right

Im'a knock the pussy out like fight night

Beat it with the left, beat it with the right

Im'a knock the pussy out like fight night

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