Tyga
Tyga - Pesci songtekst
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[Intro:] You know, I think you got the wrong impression about me I think in old fairness, I should explain to you exactly what I do. I ain't happy for nobody! I ain't happy for nobody! He brought killer, that nigga catpillar Won't hit her, only hit bad bitches, that's thriller! King ââ?¬Â¦ last king, Nigga sending out shots, I'mma need the Jordan ring! Uh, f uck you mean, this is really mean, gotta get polite, Future looking bright, bitches crack tongue on the pipe. I don't wanna see you twerk, we're about to fuck life Got an Asian hoe pussy, go deep, Jerry Rice! I'm a dope nigga, give a D, dope dealer Don't play with the great nigga, that's RZA! Ask my bitch to tell you ain't no nigga Like the one I got, the game gorilla. Back in my back like a Philly nigga click Came extending grip, armor's with the ruga, easy ruthless Nigga with a attitude, my enemies is too shit Don't get two shits, but you gonna make that nigga pull it But shit! I'm fucking stupid! I don't give a fuck about you, Al! It's my business, that's what I do! Look at my face, look at my wrist, look at my waist! Niggas is fake! Number one reason we'll never be late! Me, I get cake, and I don't speak for them niggas that can't Hustle the great, sending them shop, but robbing them banks. Fuck what you think! I will slow that, fuck what you're saying Niggas was playing, me I just went from a bucket to Benz Up in the pen, where they predicted I'll be out in ten Humble begins, but now I still sound hard, it don't make no sense. Fly to Japan, pay me cash, convert it to yen, Bitch, I'm the man, bitch, I'm the man! Go get your friend, I fucked you already, can fuck you again! Bitch, I'm the man, bitch, I'm the man! I say it again! I've been trying to reach you. You're tougher to get than the president. Yeah, the least you could do is return my phone calls, though. What up... It's going up like a staircase, rare bape and the real one Nowhere near fake, real estate Paint a picture, yeah I illustrate Young G getting paper like a dinner plate Like I'm dealing weight, you a pillow case Bass bang make the building shake Uh, got my city on me like I got it tatted Gold chain, bustin' semi automatic My girl booty big you might wanna grab it But if you reach for it, you ain't coming back with Nada, keep heat like Nevada In the summer ââ?¬Â¦. number one stunner Got gas like an H1 hammer, Turn a good girl to a track runner Niggas don't wanna, call ââ?¬Ë?em, and my check Keep a whole lot of comas! For instance tomorrow morning I'll get up nice and early, Take a walk down over to the bank andââ?¬Â¦ Walk in and see and, Uhââ?¬Â¦ if you don't have my money for me, I'll crack your fucking head wide-open in front of everybody in the bank. Let's go! Valet when I'm parking OG when I spark it Money speak when I'm talking J-J's on when I'm walking Stay fired up like arson You can't touch my garments Up late nights pass Carson Drinking large proportions Of that turn up, juice, got your girlfriend, loose Shaken' that ass, listening to Luke Give a nigga all hole no loops, Give a nigga all brain no lip, I be at the ball hanging no grip, Pants sagging on four fifth My security bullets like four inches. Kick that shit like four ninjas Did that shit for my niggas who Made it out the hood to the good side B-bossing up with no tie You heard it through the ââ?¬Â¦ And I was actually there Yeah, it's clear who's been getting to the bread like ââ?¬Â¦ I'll be there in the morning, you can fucking try me, fatso!. You fucking try me!