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Tyga

"Day 1"

[Verse 1 - Tyga]
500 grand, eat lobster tails
Hoover n*ggas got work for sale
So much money, no fingernails
Wide body, engine in the tail
Chrome lips, V12
Kiss the king but don’t kiss and tell
So many rings, need a Jordan deal
T-Raww’s, and they all for sale
Just bought a swiss account
Hard to stay the same at this amount
LK, show you what that’s about
Hard to check a n*gga when the checks don't bounce
f*ck around, drop out of class
Made millions now, my teacher mad
She need a job and I give her that
Young n*gga with big stacks
Buy my style and ain’t gave it back
Who you think brought you the raw rap?
Who you think taught you the phantom rap?
Gold plates, I reflect in that
Every day my birthday, n*gga LA my birthplace
This ain’t a race but I’m first place
I never f*cked with you in the first place
We on a different pace, n*gga so long
I ain’t the n*gga 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 n*ggas be gone
n*ggas be gone

[Hook 1 - Tyga]
I’m still the same n*gga, same b*tches we know
No difference, been me since day one
Real n*gga since day one
Cuz I ain’t promised day two
Talkin bout what I’m going through
But who the f*ck aksed you?

[Hook 1 - Tyga]
I’m still the same n*gga, same b*tches we know
No difference, been me since day one
Real n*gga since day one
Cuz I ain’t promised day two
Talkin bout what I’m going through
But who the f*ck aksed you?

[Bridge - Tyga]
Asked you, asked you
Asked you, asked you
Asked you, asked you
But who the f*ck asked you?

[Hook 2 - Tyga]
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me b*tch
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me b*tch
n*ggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line
I murder them motherf*ckers every time
n*ggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line
I murder them motherf*ckers every time

[Verse - Tyga]
It’s a thin line between love and hate
A thin line between real and fake
Keep a n*gga 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 – that’s accessory
Don’t be sassin me
How do you have the audacity?
Want 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
f*ck 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 sh*t, you complainin (stop complainin)

[Hook 2 - Tyga]
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me b*tch
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me b*tch
n*ggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line
I murder them motherf*ckers every time
n*ggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line
I murder them motherf*ckers every time

[Hook 2 - Tyga]
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me b*tch
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me b*tch
[n*ggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line
I murder them motherf*ckers every time
n*ggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line
I murder them motherf*ckers every time

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