D.G.I.F.U. ( feat. Tyga / Pusha T )

Chris Brown

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    Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
    Hated on by most these niggas
    But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
    I don't fuck with you to the third degree
    I keep a G, DMV, you owe a three
    Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profitly
    All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep
    I should run for mayor
    Been runnin' shit, you barely maintainin', bitch
    No, this ain't no (?) shit

    Break a neck on some Busta shit
    (?) shit
    I be on til infinity
    Don't predict, bitch, what I'm gonna do
    Cause chances are I've outdone you
    And most of my so called enemies
    Spit your game, talk your shit
    Grab your gat, call your clique
    Ball so hard I don't need the assist
    I'm the best so I keep that shit
    Nigga, you should too
    If you knew what this game'll do to you
    Look at bullshit that I've been through
    This the drive through and shit on you

    Don't get it fucked up
    Yesterday I was the freshest nigga in America
    I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh
    In America
    Don't get it fucked up
    Niggas talkin' bout oh shit
    I pull up they like oh shit
    Now look whose talkin', bitch
    Now look whose talkin', bitch, yeah
    Don't get it fucked up
    I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my
    Do this shit for my loved ones
    Don't get it fucked up
    I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my
    I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds nigga

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    Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
    But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
    This extended clip will make Buddha shit
    Shawty comin' and pullin' up with them hooter tips
    Never use a nigga, but she abuse the dick
    I lick the pussy let the air drop
    We in a boat, nigga, right off the coast
    European or Caribbean, I'm sweatin' out my hair dye
    So don't get it fucked up
    I got a handful of matches, fuckin' with a bad bitch

    All my niggas is savages, better loc up
    Damn ,it's a tragedy, all of these casualties
    Metal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh shit
    Why you pillow talkin'? That's ho shit
    Nigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me fucking yo' bitch
    I can't lie, can't lie
    I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side
    I believe I can fly, I'm the shit now
    Wanna be like Mike when I die
    Step right up, can't name any nigga that can fuck with us
    I'mma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers
    All in your face, I'm bustin' nuts

    Did ya'll think I would let my dough freeze?
    Ho, please! Better bow down on both knees
    Who you think taught you to throw P's?
    Who you think taught you to rap keys?
    Dress (?) Phillip Limb, SLP's
    Like Snoop D-O-double G
    Nigga murda was the case so motherfuck the police
    Ya'll niggas soft like Emojis, with the heart eyes
    Ya'll part skies, ya'll cloud killas

    We aimin' niggas, my soldiers blacker than apartheid
    We coupe niggas, you niggas riding four doors
    Like Uber nigga, we pilin' all of your whores
    On the canopy my stamina be
    Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
    My Katy Perry ain't afraid to carry
    That shit you sniff, Taylor Swift
    Niggas talk yet it remains a myth
    I never seen it, they only dream it
    They rap about it, do interviews
    With they toy cars and they little jewels

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    Composición: Jordan (Us 3) Steve, Dr Dre, Timbaland, Puff Daddy, Big Poppa, Bone Krayzie, Jay Z, Bryon Mac Cane, M E L, Eminem, Pusha T, Hiphop, Brown Christopher, D A V I D, Steven Howse, Michael Nguynen y Jess Jackson

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