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Tyga

Genres: Hip-Hop

Muthafuckka Up Lyrics - Tyga

YMCMB, rawest niggas doing it 

School for the blind, I dont see these niggas doing it 

I'm doing it and doing it and doing it well 

Niggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail? 

Hit you like a bully bitch, 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 shittin' on theyself, you could smell the fear 

And these bitches laying flowers cause the king is near 

T-Raw this is the new flavour in ya ear 

Niggas 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 crank this muthaf-cker 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 bitches want it 

I put my man's on it 

That 110 Sup', that Ferrari Caliornia 

Niggas want beef, call me Tony Roma 

You potatoes on the sofa 

Lazy muthaf-ckas why you ain't even trying 

Rich or die trying, why you niggas ain't died yet? 

Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly shit 

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 boner, you could say I'm on some harder shit 

Bout to make the speaker buss' 

 

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(Crank this muthafucka up) 

(Crank this muthafucka up) 

(Crank this muthafucka up) 

(Crank this muthafucka up) 

 

Okay, really I get money 

I get money like a bitch 

She ain't going nowhere but swear that bitch a trip 

You see how the diamonds get to dancing 

Yeah, ya money short, get some pants and shit 

I be with a nigga with a big ol' dick 

Yeah I like them balls you be shooting them bricks 

Fuck you in the game for? 

Bitch we up three-zip and it's Game 4 

Tell 'em listen, couple bad bitches's 

Out in Kingston kicking up bricks and shit 

Intervention bitch I pay ya pension 

Oh you say what? I don't pay attention 

Yeah these niggas want it 

I put my bitches on it 

You know the tattoos got Nicki initials on it 

I put the pussy on 'em, cook 'em a pot roast 

Then pull off in the Ghost 

Bitch I do the most 

 

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What the funk you beezy's want? 

It ain't your turn, better have my money 

Friday like Big worm 

Can't see you niggas, you like a little germ 

Bitches know I'm excellent like Mr Burns 

See my dick like Butter 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 fuck 

 

(Crank this muthafucka up) 

(Crank this muthafucka up) 

(Crank this muthafucka up) 

(Crank this muthafucka up) 

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