Tyga

Tyga - Day One lyrics

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(Verse)
 500 grand, eat lobster tails
 Hope the niggas got what for sale
 So much money, no fingernails
 White body, engine and a tail
 Chrome lips, V12
 Kiss the king but don't kiss and tell
 So many rings, need a Jordan deal
 T-Raw's, it's ain't all for sale
 Just bought a swiss account
 Hunneds stay the same at this amount
 LK, show you what that's about
 Hard to check a nigga when the checks that bounce
 Fuck around, drop out of class
 Made millions now, my teacher mad
 She need a job and I give her that
 Young nigga with big stacks
 Buy my style and ain't gave it back
 How you think brought you the raw rap?
 How you think taught you the phantom rap?
 Gold plates, I'm reflectin that
 Every day my birthday, nigga LA my birthplace
 This ain't a race but I'm first place
 I never fucked with you in the first place
 We on a different pace, nigga so long
 I ain't the nigga you could hold on
 Ride the wave or just float on
 Get off my back, I'm tryna lead on
 Always home when the heat's on
 When it's cold shoulders niggas be gone
 Niggas be gone
(Hook 1) (x2)
 I'm still the same nigga, same bitches we know
 No difference, been me since day one
 Real nigga since day one
 Cuz I ain't promised day two
 Talkin bout what I'm going through
 But who the fuck aksed you?
(Bridge)
 Aksed you, aksed you,
 Aksed you, aksed you,
 Aksed you, aksed you,
 But who the fuck aksed you?
(Hook 2)
 Who dat be? Who dat be?
 Who dat be? That's me bitch
 Who dat be? Who dat be?
 Who dat be? That's me bitch
 Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line
 I murder them motherfuckers every time
 Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line
 I murder them motherfuckers every time
(Verse)
 It's a thin line between love and hate
 A thin line between real and fake
 Keep a nigga based on shape, ass shake
 She gon make it clap, vibrate
 Give me room, 50 feet, all in my space
 I'm the one you face and don't hesitate
 See me layin on yo back, man eat this shell like it's Pac mane
 Do it under one tape, what you say?
 T-Raw to blame, T-Raw to blame
 Got a piggy bank, pretty model sittin next to me ââ?¬â?? that's accessory
 Don't be sassin me
 How do you have the audacity?
 When a verse gotta bring cash to me
 I be gassin me, you wanna crash on me?
 Have yo head where yo feet should be
 Laid out in yo living room, murder you then watch it on TV
 Ain't no breaking me, breaking news that's me
 Headline, we can go head up
 Like Greenbay Packer, hell lit, hell yea
 He a crazy ape man, I'm turnt up to ten
 Fuck with me, commence and repent
 Mill to the king
 Came from the block, little hardknock
 Lock it up, pull me in a cell block, I can make it
 You ain't made shit, you complainin (stop complainin)
(Hook 2) (x2)
 Who dat be? Who dat be?
 Who dat be? That's me bitch
 Who dat be? Who dat be?
 Who dat be? That's me bitch
 Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line
 I murder them motherfuckers every time
 Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line
 I murder them motherfuckers every time
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