Tyga

Tyga - Involved lyrics

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[Chorus]

What happens when you get involved?

Niggas start telling lies (start telling lies)

Both wanna be involved

But loves like suicide

Now that your too involved

Infatuated to the high



[Tyga - Verse 1]

Uhh took a deep breath, Inhaled this love in the air

Only just to find pain cause its all that I feel

Mothafuckas say they real, but they really ain't for real

I'll show you who's real, when you broke ain't a thrill

Got bills waiting on me, and its drama in my ear

I wanna sit still, but I'm busy tryna live

Forgiving all my sins, crucifixed now I'm fixed

Road to eternal bliss

Now they hate me like Chris, Rock on my arm

Gotta keep a piece of mine, hot cherry balm, lip locking with a dime

I make bitches scream for me like I'm Lil Jon

Last king to flow, sweeter then a bon bon

Quick sand bitches running out of time

Got my shades on, I ain't waiting in the line

Whatever it is I'm on some better shit

All black barreta shit

Leather coat, leather mitts

I don't leave no finger prints, Eddie raw, semi clips

Violence ain't for little kids

But I keep something cause these niggas wanna test me

Niggas on that ice like Gretzky

Montage chillin, life on a jet-ski

Haters left I like Leslie

Nigga ball hard, never been to the SB's

But now you walk alone, no holding hands

Just wishing somebody could understand

No father figure, taught myself to be a man

Mama said keep God in all your plans

Let the sun shine keep your head high

Its always people after your spot, gotta stay high, gotta stay high

Don't let it stop, then ask yourself why?



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 2]

Last king nigga ready for war, jeep threw off the doors

New paint now the car reborn, and I'm flying overseas

Now my dollars is foreign

And the Bentley got wings now the angels is calling

Uhh The good son Macaulay Culkin

Getting money til my last show

Word up to Oprah, the whips pull out like a leather sofa

Coolest nigga couldn't hang with me like Mr.cooper

Super duper, need a pooper scooper

I'm the shit clean it in the white loofer

It's Young Mula hustle like an oompa loompa

Young tutor teach you niggas how to do this

Shame on a hater, we don't pop charts, so the bread pop up like pop tarts

Red coupe, hot sauce, bitches getting locked jaw

Big titties top off, ass like sasquatch

The rap star, highlights, player of the week, gotta get five mics

Clever when I speak, motivation for your life

They under-rating me, Mike verses A.I.,

But I'ma get mine mothafucka, sh-shootem in the line mothafucka

Like hi mothafucka, head light from trucka, like dear to a hunter

I'm aiming at something!



[Chorus]
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