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The Gold Album: 18th Dynasty


Artist: Tyga
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 11
Year: 2015

Shaka Zulu Lyrics - The Gold Album: 18th Dynasty - Tyga

Looking at myself, I see the man, nigga 

I'mma call it like I say it, I'mma call your bitch May nigga 

Hold up this is not to entertain niggas 

I got held up at the light reaching for my switchblade, nigga 

Poppers on a Spanish with the gauge, nigga 

If I tell you that the babysitter's dead, don't play, nigga 

Reach inside your pockets, dial H, nigga 

If you need help with pressure, don't drive this way, nigga 

You know I got schizophrenic tendencies 

I dream of porn stars and pouring gas on my enemies 

If I get a check, I'm not the vet 

I'm a dawg ass nigga looking for a hot bitch 

 

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Shaka Zulu with the new do with the TEC 

This is not a purchase, everyday life shit 

I've been praying for your downfall, man 

But all I see is bad bitches coming down the hill, damn 

Shaka Zulu new do with the TEC 

Don't tell anybody that the babysitter's dead 

And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead 

 

How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect 

 

She bowed to her knees, want forgiveness 

But all I could think about was coming out of speakers 

She a fun girl living on the edge 

Poppa ran a hedge fund, all his daughter do is give head 

Said he had it up to head and neck 

Don't you point the thing at me, it could go off offside your head 

Temple to the brain, now he dead 

That's a life learned lesson, never stress over bullshit 

Wasn't even her why he did it 

But he found his wife with his daughter's boyfriend, nigga damn 

 

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That's some fucked shit over sex 

These bitches overrated and I judge 'em like "who next?" 

 

Temple to the brain from the TEC 

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead 

And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead 

How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect, nigga 

Shaka Zulu new do with the TEC 

 

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead 

And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead 

How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect, nigga 

 

Six weeks, had to vacate 

Ain't a resident in sight, just a beach, making sex tapes 

Sure, say the shit to my face 

She gon' get me off, nigga, like bug spray 

Bitches all fake and fanatics, causing ruckus with a ratchet 

Don't you put that on your loved ones, you are not my level pattern 

This is Pacquiao and [?] like a Flintstone 

On a roll, full of ashes, we just run you, this the legion 

 

Zulu, it's all gone 

Zulu, forever perished 

Ten bedrooms in the palace 

But your Playboy bunny's ears full of carrots, I told y'all 

 

Shaka Zulu new do with the TEC 

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead 

And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead 

How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect, nigga 

Temple to the brain from the TEC 

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead 

 

And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead 

How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect, nigga 

Temple to the brain from the TEC 

I go temple to the brain from the TEC 

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, nigga 

 

Glory be, lord to be 

Fashion so fucking unorderly 

Move accordingly, don't order me 

You poorer than me, more can afford the fee 

Word to Meek, 100 in the dungarees 

Who claim the game, we're young living like Meek 

Click on the tee, Lord of Rings, you order me 

Theatric fairytale's become extinct 

Fuck the peace, I put a piece on my neck 

'Bout the size of a Complex magazine 

I'm not for sale, I bought your dreams 

Leonardo DaVinci, the Bentley boost my self-esteem 

Bitches cling like the chain already been doing the same thing 

I mean this gold [?] 

I'm tryna bob and weave, why you chasing me? 

I'm on my victory lap, can't you see? 

Temple to the brain from the TEC 

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, nigga 

I go temple to the brain from the TEC 

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, nigga 

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