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Tyga - Mutha****a Up

YMCMB, rawest n*ggas doing it
School for the blind, I don't see these n*ggas doing it
I'm doing it and doing it and doing it well
N*ggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail?
Hit you like a bully b*tch, 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 ****** *' on theyself, you could smell the fear
And these b*tches laying flowers cause the king is near
T-Raw this is the new flavour in ya ear
N*ggas softer than baby hair
Why you acting tough, heard you work at Build-a-bear
I'm a a dealer all my girls come in deuce and pairs
I'm in the building I construct so light this mutha*** *er up
What the funk you beezy's want
I'm ready to **** 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 b*tches want it
I put my man's on it
That 110 Sup', that Ferrari California
N *ggas want beef, call me Tony Romo
You potatoes on the sofa
Lazy mutha****as why you aint even trying
Rich or die trying, why you n*ggas aint died yet?
Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly ****
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 *****, you could say I'm on some harder ****
Bout to make the speaker buss'

Crank this mutha**** a up

Okay, really I get money
I get money like a b*tch
She aint goin' nowhere but I swear that b*tch a trip
You see how the diamonds get to dancing
Yeah, ya money short, get some pants and ****
I be with a n*gga with a big ol' ****
Yeah I like them ***** you be shooting them bricks
**** you in the game for?
B*tch we up three sippin' this game four
Tell 'em listen, couple bad b*tches's
Out in Kingston kicking up bricks and ****
Intervention b*tch I pay ya pension
Oh you say what? I don't pay attention
Yeah these n*ggas want it
I put my b*tches on it
You know the tattoo's got Nicki initials on it
I put the ***** on 'em, cook 'em a pot roast
Then pull off in the Ghost
B*tch 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 n*ggas, you like a little germ
B*tches know I'm excellent like Mr Burns
See my d*ck like Butter churn
Baby churn and ya girl with me fo' sure
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 ****

Crank this mutha****a up