TYGA

TYGA - Pesci lyrics

rate me

[Intro:]

You know, I think you got the wrong impression about me

I think in old fairness, I should explain to you exactly what I do.

I ain’t happy for nobody!

I ain’t happy for nobody!

He brought killer, that nigga catpillar

Won’t hit her, only hit bad bitches, that’s thriller!

King ... last king,

Nigga sending out shots, I’mma need the Jordan ring!

Uh,f uck you mean, this is really mean, gotta get polite,

Future looking bright, bitches crack tongue on the pipe.

I don’t wanna see you twerk, we’re about to fuck life

Got an Asian hoe pussy, go deep, Jerry Rice!

I’m a dope nigga, give a D, dope dealer

Don’t play with the great nigga, that’s RZA!

Ask my bitch to tell you ain’t no nigga

Like the one I got, the game gorilla.

Back in my back like a Philly nigga click

Came extending grip, armor’s with the ruga, easy ruthless

Nigga with a attitude, my enemies is too shit

Don’t get two shits, but you gonna make that nigga pull it

But shit!

I’m fucking stupid!

I don’t give a fuck about you, Al!

It’s my business, that’s what I do!

Look at my face, look at my wrist, look at my waist!

Niggas is fake! Number one reason we’ll never be late!

Me, I get cake, and I don’t speak for them niggas that can’t

Hustle the great, sending them shop, but robbing them banks.

Fuck what you think!

I will slow that, fuck what you’re saying

Niggas was playing, me I just went from a bucket to Benz

Up in the pen, where they predicted I’ll be out in ten

Humble begins, but now I still sound hard, it don’t make no sense.

Fly to Japan, pay me cash, convert it to yen,

Bitch, I’m the man, bitch, I’m the man!

Go get your friend, I fucked you already, can fuck you again!

Bitch, I’m the man, bitch, I’m the man!

I say it again!

I've been trying to reach you. You're tougher to get than the president.

Yeah, the least you could do is return my phone calls, though.

What up..

Its going up like a staircase, rare bape and the real one

Nowhere near fake, real estate

Paint a picture, yeah I illustrate

Young G getting paper like a dinner plate

Like I’m dealing weight, you a pillow case

Bass bang make the building shake

Uh, got my city on me like I got it tatted

Gold chain, bustin' semi automatic

My girl booty big you might wanna grab it

But if you reach for it, you ain’t coming back with

Nada, keep heat like Nevada

In the summer .... number one stunner

Got gas like an H1 hammer,

Turn a good girl to a track runner

Niggas don’t wanna, call ‘em, and my check

Keep a whole lot of comas!

For instance tomorrow morning I'll get up nice and early,

Take a walk down over to the bank and...

Walk in and see and,

Uh... if you don't have my money for me,

I'll crack your fucking head wide-open in front of everybody in the bank.

Let’s go!

Valet when I’m parking

OG when I spark it

Money speak when I'm talking

J-J's on when I'm walking

Stay fired up like arson

You can't touch my garments

Up late nights pass Carson

Drinking large proportions

Of that turn up, juice, got your girlfriend, loose

Shaken' that ass, listening to Luke

Give a nigga all hole no loops,

Give a nigga all brain no lip,

I be at the ball hanging no grip,

Pants sagging on four fifth

My security bullets like four inches.

Kick that shit like four ninjas

Did that shit for my niggas who

Made it out the hood to the good side

B-bossing up with no tie

You heard it through the ...

And I was actually there

Yeah, it’s clear who's been getting to the bread like ...

I’ll be there in the morning, you can fucking try me, fatso!.

You fucking try me!

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