Tyga
Tyga - Involved songtekst
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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]