Tyga feat. Nicki Minaj Muthafucka Up Lyrics

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YMCMB, rawest n____s doing it
School for the blind, I don't see these n____s doing it
I'm doing it and doing it and doing it well
n____s wanna test me boy, who wanna fail?
Hit you like a bully b____, yeah saved by the bell
If you scared, go to church I'll see you in hell
And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails
Everybody fake so I got real for sale
Gunpowder fill the air
Rappers s___tin' on theyself, you could smell the fear
And these b____es laying flowers cause the king is near
T-Raw this is the new flavour in ya ear
n____s softer than baby hair
Why you acting tough, heard you work at Build-a-bear
I'ma a dealer all my girls come in deuce and pairs
I'm in the building I construct so light this m____fucker up
What the funk you beezy's want
I'm ready to hump the car I call it ele-phunk
Trunk in the front
Man she give me good brain cause she feel dumb
I just keep going like the bunny till I feel numb
Yeah these b____es want it
I put my man's on it
That 110 Sup', that Ferrari Caliornia
n____s want beef, call me Tony Romo
You potatoes on the sofa
Lazy m____fuckas why you ain't even trying
Rich or die trying, why you n____s ain't died yet?
Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly s___
And I'm with the business skip peon with a ty clip
Stay on the flight yeah I'ma trip
Probably up in Paradise chillin like Parliaments
Flow got a b____, you could say I'm on some harder s___
Bout to make the speaker buss'

(mic this m____fucka up)

[Nicki Minaj]
Okay, really I get money
I get money like a b____
She ain't gon' win the war but swear that b____ a trip
You see how the diamonds get to dancing
Yeah, ya money short, get some pants and s___
I be with a n____ with a big ol' d___
Yeah I like them b____ you be shooting them bricks
f___ you in the game for?
b____ we up three sippin' this game four
Tell 'em listen, couple bad b____es's
Out in Kingston kicking up bricks and s___
Intervention b____ I pay ya pension
Oh you say what? I don't pay attention
Yeah these n____s want it
I put my b____es on it
You know the tattoo's got Nicki initials on it
I put the p____ on 'em, cook 'em a pot roast
Then pull off in the Ghost
b____ I do the most

What the funk you beezy's want?
It ain't your turn, better have my money
Friday like Big worm
Can't see you n____s, you like a little germ
b____es know I'm excellent like Mr Burns
See my d___ like b___er churn
Baby churn and ya girl with me fo'shure
That ain't your concern
She forgot about her other man, she will never learn
On a mic till I die, RIP chick huh
Yessir, colder than the Pittsburgh?
Winter fresher than a Will Smith T-Shirt
These spurts coming through Last King and a hearse
Ask later, shoot first, got shooters like dirt
When it hurts leave you losers bruised up
Bruce Lee nunchucks
Toe from the floor up though
Duck, rubber duck now you like oh shucks
Tell the neighbours I don't give a f___


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