Muthafucka up - Tyga feat Nicki Minaj
YMCMB, rawest n_ggas doing it
School for the blind, I don't see these n_ggas doing it
I'm doing it and doing it and doing it well
N_ggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail?
Hit you like a bully b_tch, 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 sh_ttin' on theyself, you could smell the fear
And these b_tches laying flowers cause the king is near
T-Raw this is the new flavour in ya ear
N_ggas softer than baby hair
Why you acting tough, heard you work at Build-a-bear
I'm a a dealer all my girls come in deuce and pairs
I'm in the building I construct so {ain't 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 b_tches want it
I put my man's on it
That 110 Sup', that Ferrari Caliornia
N_ggas want beef, call me Tony Romo
You potatoes on the sofa
Lazy muthaf_ckas why you ain't even trying
Rich or die trying, why you n_ggas ain't died yet?
Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly sh_t
And I'm with the business skip peon with a ty clip
Stay on the flight yeah I'm a trip
Probably up in Paradise chillin like Parliaments
Flow got a boner, you could say I'm on some harder sh_t
Bout to make the speaker buss'
[Hook: x4]
{Ain't this muthaf_cker up}
[Nicki Minaj:]
Okay, really I get money
I get money like a b_tch
She ain't goin' nowhere but I swear that b_tch a trip
You see how the diamonds get to dancing
Yeah, ya money short, get some pants and sh_t
I be with a n_gga with a big ol' d_ck
Yeah I like them balls you be shooting them bricks
F_ck you in the game for?
B_tch we up three zip and it's game four
Tell 'em listen, couple bad b_tches's
Out in Kingston kicking up bricks and sh_t
Intervention b_tch I pay ya pension
Oh you say what? I don't pay attention
Yeah these n_ggas want it
I put my b_tches on it
You know the tattoo's got Nicki initials on it
I put the p_ssy on 'em, cook 'em a pot roast
Then pull off in the Ghost
B_tch I do the most
[Tyga:]
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_ggas, you like a little germ
B_tches know I'm excellent like Mr Burns
Treat my d_ck like B_tter 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 Hearns,
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_ck
[Hook]
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