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Kurupt

"b*tch I'm The sh*t"

[Hook: Tyga]
b*tch I'm the sh*t
b*tch I'm the sh*t
b*tch I'm the sh*t
I ain't worried bout sh*t
b*tch I'm the sh*t
b*tch I'm the sh*t
I'm on my own sh*t
You don't see my outfit, b*tch I'm
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'
b*tch I'm the sh*t, see me
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'
b*tch I'm the sh*t

[Verse 1: Tyga]
b*tches all in my car
They wanna roll with a star
Got all these n*ggas mad, pop the trunk, blast ya face off
n*gga you ain't met T-Raw
Hit the bass so hard
Got b*tches takin it off, I can't f*ck if she too tall
Gotta b*tch that play ball
Foul the pus*y, I charge
Make that ass applaud, I don't cuff her like the law
I fly b*tch to Milan
She don't know what I'm on
I play the game so crazy, she thinkin' ain't sh*t saw
Wheel 'em in, wheel 'em in
Like Vanna White, Wheel of Fortune
While you all up up in her face, man she thinkin' that sh*t torture
Win again, win again
Cause n*gga I stay scorchin'
I'm the man man on fire, kill your style like abortion

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Man these hoes problems
So I f*ck 'em, never call'em
But I love love black woman, and they love what's in my wallet
Got gold on and it's frozen
See that Last King, move over
Talking loud like my motor
You want some scary sh*t like October
Take a seat, have a soda
While you starin' over your shoulder
You good man, we don't want you
And you faker than Willy Wonka
Real sh*t, I told you
New styles, I showed you
Got green like it's a locust
Why you on my bumper, I'm focused
Wheel 'em in, wheel 'em in
Like Vanna White, Wheel of Fortune
While you all up up in her face, man she thinkin' that sh*t torture
Win again, win again
Cause n*gga I stay scorchin'
I'm the man man on fire, kill your style like abortion

[Hook]

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