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Tyga - Be Quiet Feat Soulja Boy Lyrics

[Hook:]
Jewerly too loud man I need to be quiet.
What's that on my wrist? I told that bitch to bet quiet.
Gone off patron man I swear it got em wildin'
If he know like I know tell that nigga be quiet.

[Soulja Boy:]
Was goin on these niggaz out here wildin
They Don't want won't beef, better run to police. Better yet yo best bet it's keep quiet.
Iguana seats inside it, I'm flying on auto pilot
I'm deep in these streets, spittin crack on these beats. But the word on the street is keep quiet.
Me and my nigga tyga, patron got us wildin.
Stereophone cup, throwing money in my clubs, oh you mad because I'm stylin.
Crush diamonds on my amuelet
It's lookin like a slush hoe.
Niggaz meaning muggin, but they crew is on hush mode.
25 Kush blunts, I call dat shit quarter
Took her to my crib and make her strip like fishburne daughter
I swag to hard too hard I do it like no other
Runnin round tellin talkin keep that undercover

[Hook:]
Jewerly too loud man I need to be quiet.
What's that on my wrist? I told that bitch to bet quiet.
Gone off patron man I swear it got em wildin'
If he know like I know tell that nigga be quiet.

[Tyga:]
Ugh.
Well it's that big boy Lee Munster
Pull up pull up on your bumper
Motherfucka pull your mother
Slum dog, million of her
I'm so cold I think I froze up
Melt that money like it's nothin
Spend it like I print it
Bitch I blow it by the hundreds
Young money this ain't new, Just got appointed
I'm big willie chillin, nigga you just little homie
I just flew pari, Gordon Ramsay up in London
He throw, he so go, have a doubt I put your money on it
Too many twitter followers, maybe cause I'm poppin
Maybe it's my dick, cause my hoes keep on watchin
Tired out my mind, literally I'm out my mind
I'm G'd up all the time. On some G Shit Be Quiet!