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lirik lagu tyga - chiraq to l.a.

ft. game

187

know some hoover n-gg-s that’s down to ride
for a homicide, when it’s drama time
n-gg-s thinking that they mcs
can’t get touched, well, it’s hammer time
who the f-ck is lil durk?
i dust you like ash and purp
your flow whack, my flow crack
got marble floors, your floors crack
got rap sh-t, mice traps
these n-gg-s broke, need ankle wraps
don’t ride around in la if you ain’t come on the jet with the strap
my n-gg-s 52 orange roofs, orange coupes, ciroc orange juice
trel said f-ck all you, my og chimp out soon
h rat, shout out schoolboy q, still my dog
you’re a real one, i owe you
shot at them n-gg-s when you heard the news
if your daughter ever need something, don’t hesitate, i got you
posted up on sunset at the house of blues like it’s all cool
might get trapped in vegas, too, call mally mall, he with big u
i might be in bel air, still got n-gg-s in the field
20 million, lk real
with yeezus in that slr, t raw upper echelon
no lil jets just g5’s
free cb, h rat
lil punch and baby nitty
my maybach cost 2 chickens, you ain’t got one? don’t talk my language
i’m king sh-tting on your b-tch
southpaw and we in the gym
tryna be a baller? end up like flip in “above the rim”
you too small like smeagol
i’m swatting the mosquito
i’ll put you under the earth now it’s a garden on your tombstone
you sh-t stain teenagers, barely teething on hundos
i’ll hold you like the slave you are, all my whips mayo
you from illinois? i’ll bring the noise
you ain’t platinum? don’t talk to me
grammy nominated? don’t talk to me
20 million? don’t talk to me
it’s levels to this sh-t boy, you bas-m-nt, don’t talk to me
you want the fame? i’ll take your name and that weak b-tch you fall asleep with

ain’t got no time for this rap sh-t, blood money, cash money
ain’t got no time for this rap sh-t, cash money, blood money
ain’t got no time for this rap sh-t, rap money, drug money
i’m straight n-gg-, straightjacket
yo trel let a n-gg- hit him with a ratchet
big u let a n-gg- get some matches
i’mma torch the building this la familia
pull up and spin a n-gg- backwards
light it up, smoke a n-gg- like a backwood
gotta channel dmx
coming through with my dogs
that chopper going through walls
this beef sh-t? that’s me sh-t, pull up banging that meek sh-t
that monster truck pull up side of that benz?
n-gg-s ain’t saying nothing
choppers aimed at yo whip, n-gg-
n-gg-s ain’t saying nothing
cash money, family hustle like tip, n-gg-
n-gg-s ain’t saying nothing
come through, few bloods, few crips, n-gg-
n-gg-s ain’t saying nothing
t raw? i got you, don’t trip, n-gg-

first off lemme go on 40 glocc again
talk about my kids on instagram?
n-gg- must wanna get his -ss socked again
tell a lie like i pulled out a glock on him
don’t make me resurrect pac again
you schoolboy like kendrick and top and them
have a b-tch n-gg- running to the cops again
it’s all gucci mane, waka flock and them
green light
that mean go n-gg-, if you ever see this ho n-gg-, on mama n-gg- it’s a
green light
from where my n-gg- died to riverside, even your n-gg-s know it’s a
green light
better run through the red ones, f-ck around and be a dead one
jump in the middle of beef ’cause i don’t like no one
step behind these bars and i don’t write not one
n-gg-s b-mping they lips but they don’t like no guns
just close your eyes and that light gonna come
i don’t f-ck with no new n-gg-s, they like to sue, no woo n-gg-
tyga hit me like “durk dissing”
dirk nowitzki? dirk who n-gg-?
never heard of these n-gg-s
some of the nerve of these n-gg-s
don’t make me put on burgundy n-gg-
let the ak i’m serving these n-gg-s
yo t raw, time to murder these n-gg-s
black suburban these n-gg-s
i’m taking b-tches, i’m taking chains, yeah, i’m young bergin’ these n-gg-s
ain’t start making guns when they made you, n-gg-
ain’t no jayhawk but i’ll k you, n-gg-
and i know hoovers, i know 60s
i know westside pirus, n-gg-s down to die too
move in on them 50s
i got n-gg-s on west and the southside of chi too
pull up in an 87 cutl-ss
throwing bullets like jay cutler
f-ck this, what’s this? n-gg-s talking all that f-ck sh-t
tough sh-t, put a n-gg- on like trukfit
i know lil wayne, i know lil reese
i know lil herb, i know lil keef
i know lil boosie, that n-gg- free like this -ss whooping
come f-ck with me, i got hands, i got bands
got d-mn, i am what i am
.45 go blam with no jam
bring a n-gg- vietnam, let’s go ham
n-gg-s running out of ham, let’s go spam
n-gg- dip through your set like killa cam
i’m talking to the man, with no fans
this is a dm with no gram
ridin’ through the chi, ain’t ever seen oprah
hit a 300 with my little n-gg- sosa
brown paper bag, sipping on a four loko
n-gg- get love, i ain’t talking ’bout the notebook
n-gg-s got killers out here, west side, they feel us out here
like weasel and chicago, realest out here
old man and the capitol hill is out here
on the low end, all my bd n-gg-s bring the dope in
bd twins locked up in the feds and my n-gg- b-mp j, hold your head
if you getting money n-gg- hold your bread
rock my pelle p like l.e.p., them bogus boys? they f-ck with me
i f-ck with stones till i od
69, seven deuce
marshalville i mean murderville
yellow g, gave me a b-tch off of damen ave i use her to kill
she from the chi, but she ain’t shy
she ain’t never met a n-gg- who can’t die
i’m so southside i’m so northside
i’m so westside, n-gg-, ain’t i/
got more n-gg-s in the chi than jay
i might be more chi town than ye’
i’m on the low end with my n-gg- par k
and he a gd, but it’s free b-mp j
4ch but i’m like barksdale in this shark tale
og like a car sale
chopper spins, you do cartwheels
lil durk under a lil’ dirt
and n-body knows you
dis ain’t what they want
n-body knows you
b-tch i thought that was future’s song
i’m ’bout to show you
you done caught yourself a little l dog
man, n-body knows you
you heard of lil durk?
n-gg-, h-ll, no

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