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Hit-Boy Tyson 87 Lyrics

Last updated: 02/04/2014 06:07:41 PM

Straight exclusive!
They say that boy is gifted on some birthday present shit
Now I'm all raping the game
Nigga saying presidents came in on the twenties like the seventh president
All that corrected the haters like the curse you couldn't see!
It's Heaven sin, nigga just let me in
They say that boy is gifted on some birthday present shit
Now I'm all raping the game
Nigga saying presidents came in on the twenties like the seventh president
All that corrected the haters like the curse you couldn't see!
They say that boy is gifted on some birthday present shit
Now I'm on raping the game
Nigga saying presidents came in on the twenties like the seventh president
All that corrected the haters like the curse you couldn't see!
It's Heaven sin, nigga just let me live
I was twenty getting twenty racks of beat for them pop places
They told me not to rap, nigga, how could I not say this?
They're after my head, I'm trying to...
Niggas used to show love, throw the shit so many tears
Like a pop playlist!

I come from a clique full of niggas too boozy fo Gucci
I'll be in the club trying to say I'm making movies
We'll be overseas, nigga, really making movies
I wrote this all day, so I was really unruly
Reminiscent a two-three, y'all niggas can't fool me!
And I'm just here to take the game, I ain't asking it at all
Truth is cast like the team drop them off like them off at the mall!
I never could imagine buying thousands of dollars shirt
Now that's the daily average, show me what I'm worth
Gotta hide the price tags from my momma when she visits
Cause that's more than people reading cards know what she living
But still I spend it, fuck it, I gotta get it
Pop out, niggas copping cares for my...
She know why she lying rollie, I'm just thinking more...
That's a visionary's image!
So ya nigga could end it!

I ain't expecting no applauds from niggas who run blogs,
And niggas who getting old, and used to running charts
Cause niggas is all friends, till you roll up in that Benz
They let me take over lens, now niggas counting your ends
They steady pray for my fall like flying high is a sin
Also niggas love coke in the... now they bottle up
While I'm partying with the star, champagne, bottles up!
Never ran with the loss, swear I got a model cuff
All I did is play my carts right, I ain't gotta bluff!
Wave how to puff, we're in the same room,
Talking life and getting high,
Drinking what to play the fool!
Young king, nigga, yeah, I got a crown too!
Bitch from the cover of King prepping me for round two
These days, every time the lights get low
I realize I want an insecure light skin hoe
Probably cause she seen this life before

Yeah, I'm a pretty motivated tyrant, Titan, yeah
That's who I am!
I'm a hell raver!
Fuck you hoes!

I was fifteen having dreams of a rock
Like a.. checking e-mails, trying to see where...
Hoes wanna sex when you got... on the text
You're still watching the throne, but we're working on what's next
Way too cold, it's some that we can't catch
Way too strong, we ain't even gotta flex
All money on me if you want to save them
Fuck 'em what them other niggas like playing Russian roulette
No longer fucking with lames, all I dare waste seven
It's the right hand, look for Tyson in 87!





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