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Tyga

Genres: Hip-Hop

Gettin' Gettin' Lyrics - Tyga

Good evening, kidnap you for the weekend 

Something to please me 

Pardon how I drive, swerving, drinking Hennessy frequently 

Yea, dim your lighters, these niggas ain't half as decent 

No respect, and they gonna need it, walk into a giant breathin' 

I'm hot 

Been at the top, niggas just hide in my spot 

Don't want me to pop but my shit steamin' like a smoke shop 

Love in hearts, I lost cause niggas done died, then girls fall off 

Gossippin' bout me, that's just Molotov 

Stuntin' on niggas like man... he fresh, a big timer, sick rhymer Headliner, lock pick, I'm gone find ya 

Never met a bitch that resemble Madonna 

But this blonde bitch beggin' to kick it but I don't need no drama 

Got one baby mama 

I'm tryin' to live honest 

Only time can tell, what's timeless, Rolex in diamonds 

When I die that casket better cost 100 thou 

Shut the fuck up, let me spend it, living for right now 

 

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Till the day I die 

I told my girl to ride, big girl don't cry 

Floating at the top, can't get no higher 

Thought mama told you not to play with fire 

Play with fire 

We don't die 

Run into the jungle, tryna stay alive 

Truth to yourself, never been no liar 

Thought mama told you not to play with fire 

Play with fire 

 

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Drop a Biggie, no Pun intended 

Stop pretending you fucking women's lives up, classy nigga, perfect attendance 

5 Percenters running they own shit but they sprinters 

Got the Chevelle, yellow paint I call it Kobe finish 

Low pros swerve the curve, you fucking nerds 

Nine milli, Chef Boyardee, boy don't get swerved 

Don't remember half of yesterday, my whole life's a blur 

Killers that'll ride for me and they don't say a fuckin' word 

Words, splurging urgently, I got the fucking urge 

Ultimately too adult for you, someone pass the hors d'oeuvres 

Buying low tops, only time me and you prolly converse 

Getting overlapped, or leaving your peers behind, what's worse? 

 

Till the day I die 

Prayin' over my shoulder, protect me my God 

I know times is hard but can't get no harder 

Need some motivation if I'm gonna get farther 

Just keep going harder 

 

No privacy this time of week, trying to fulfill the prophecy 

Ducking as the tires screech, somebody die right next to me 

The block'll see, most of them not in my favor, they just favour me 

Light up your house, that was Christmas Eve 

Dump you out over water, call it overseas 

With some foreign bitches that don't got ID's 

Vacation, Jamaica, that was a good time for me 

Life of luxury, teach my kids royalty 

Yea 

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