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Letra Day one - Tyga
500 grand, eat lobster tails
Hoover niggas got work for sale
So much money, no fingernails
Wide body, engine in the tail
Chrome lips, V12
Kiss the king but don't kiss and tell
So many rings, need a Jordan deal
T-Raww's, and they all for sale
Just bought a
Hard to stay the same at this amount
LK, show you what that's about
Hard to check a ni*** when the checks don't bounce
F*** around, drop out of class
Made millions now, my teacher mad
She need a job and I give her that
Young ni*** with big stacks
Buy my style and ain't gave it back
Who you think brought you the raw rap?
Who you think taught you the phantom rap?
Gold plates, I reflect in that
Every day my birthday, ni*** LA my birthplace
This ain't a race but I'm first place
I never fuc*** with you in the first place
We on a different pace, ni*** so long
I ain't the ni*** you could hold on
Ride the wave or just float on
Get off my back, I'm tryna lead on
Always home when the heat's on
When it's cold shoulders niggas be gone
Niggas be gone
I'm still the same ni***, same bitches we know
No difference, been me since day one
Real ni*** since day one
Cuz I ain't promised day two
Talkin bout what I'm going through
But who the f*** aksed you?
I'm still the same ni***, same bitches we know
No difference, been me since day one
Real ni*** since day one
Cuz I ain't promised day two
Talkin bout what I'm going through
But who the f*** aksed you?
Asked you, asked you
Asked you, asked you
Asked you, asked you
But who the f*** asked you?
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That's me bitch
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That's me bitch
Niggas wanna talk, don't
I murder them motherfuck*** every time
Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line
I murder them motherfuck*** every time
It's a thin line between
A thin line between real and fake
Keep a ni*** based on shape, ass shake
She gon make it clap, vibrate
Give me room, 50 feet, all in my space
I'm the one you face and don't hesitate
See me layin on yo back, man eat this shell like it's Pac mane
Do it under one tape, what you say?
T-Raw to blame, T-Raw to blame
Got a piggy bank, pretty model sittin next to me ? that's accessory
Don't be sassin me
How do you have the audacity?
Want a verse gotta bring cash to me
I be gassin me, you wanna crash on me?
Have yo head where yo feet should be
Laid out in yo , murder you then watch it on TV
Ain't no breaking me, breaking news that's me
Headline, we can go head up
Like , hell lit, hell yea
He a crazy ape man, I'm turnt up to ten
F*** with me, commence and repent
Mill to the king
Came from the block, little hardknock
Lock it up, pull me in a cell block, I can make it
You ain't made shit, you complainin (stop complainin)
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That's me bitch
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That's me bitch
Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line
I murder them motherfuck*** every time
Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line
I murder them motherfuck*** every time
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That's me bitch
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That's me bitch
[Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line
I murder them motherfuck*** every time
Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line
I murder them motherfuck*** every time