TYGA - MuthaFucka Up

rate me

ymcmb, rawest niggas doing it

school for the blind, i dont see these niggas doing it

i’m doing it and doing it and doing it well

niggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail?

hit you like a bully bitch, yeah saved by the bell

if you scared, go to church i’ll see you in hell

and your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails

everybody fake so i got real for sale

gunpowder fill the air

rappers shittin’ on theyself, you could smell the fear

and these bitches laying flowers cause the king is near

t-raw this is the new flavour in ya ear

niggas softer than baby hair

why you acting tough, heard you work at build-a-bear

i’ma a dealer all my girls come in deuce and pairs

i’m in the building i construct so light this muthaf-cker up

what the funk you beezy’s want

i’m ready to hump the car i call it ele-phunk

trunk in the front

man she give me good brain cause she feel dumb

i just keep going like the bunny till i feel numb

yeah these bitches want it

i put my man’s on it

that 110 sup’, that ferrari caliornia

niggas want beef, call me tony romo

you potatoes on the sofa

lazy muthaf-ckas why you aint even trying

rich or die trying, why you niggas aint died yet?

wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly shit

and i’m with the business skip peon with a ty clip

stay on the flight yeah i’ma trip

probably up in paradise chillin like parliaments

flow got a boner, you could say i’m on some harder shit

bout to make the speaker buss’


(mic this muthaf-cka up)

[nicki minaj]

okay, i get money

i get money like a bitch

she aint gon’ win the war but swear that bitch a trip

you see how the diamonds get to dancing

yeah, ya money short, get some pants and shit

i be with a nigga with a big ol’ dick

yeah i like them balls you be shooting them bricks

f-ck you in the game for?

bitch we up three sippin’ this game four

tell ‘em listen, couple bad bitches’s

out in kingston kicking up bricks and shit

intervention bitch i pay ya pension

oh you say what? i don’t pay attention

yeah these niggas want it

i put my bitches on it

you know the tattoo’s got nicki initials on it

i put the pussy on ‘em, cook ‘em a pot roast

then pull off in the ghost

bitch i do the most


what the funk you beezy’s want?

it aint your turn, better have my money

friday like big worm

can’t see you niggas, you like a little germ

bitches know i’m excellent like mr burns

see my dick like butter churn

baby churn and ya girl with me fo’shure

that aint your concern

she forgot about her other man, she will never learn

on a mic till i die, rip chick huh

yessir, colder than the pittsburgh?

winter fresher than a will smith t-shirt

these spurts coming through last king and a hearse

ask later, shoot first, got shooters like dirt

when it hurts leave you losers bruised up

bruce lee nunchucks

toe from the floor up though

duck, rubber duck now you like oh shucks

tell the neighbours i don’t give a f-ck


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