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Tyga

"Fight Night (Remix)"

[Intro:]
If you know me know this ain't my feng shui
Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume
Talking crazy, I pull up andele
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate

Public Service Announcement
Where all my rich n*ggas at man?
MIGO!

[Hook: Takeoff]
Broke n*ggas stand to the left
My rich n*ggas stand to the right
Lil' mamma, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!)
Im'a knock the pus*y out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit with the right
Im'a knock the pus*y out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
Im'a knock the pus*y out like fight night

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Pack the pus*y out, Pacquiao
Put a pus*y in his place, throw it like a paper route
pus*y on a stand, my b*tch'll never testify
We ain't never vibe, like the mag it's all blurred lines
Who the f*ck wanted pus*y? Punch you in your good eye
Go the all time, role with me then it's genocide
Poor b*tches down to ride, big booty, tender lines
All whip, they never lies (?)
I pastor, I'm the reverend now
Young Jones, Spike Lee with this king sh*t
Tap the face, Mike Tyson, real Tyga in the crib
sh*t, sitting on sixes, I started this king sh*t
This the motherf*ckin' thanks I get? b*tch

[Hook:]

[Bridge:]
If you know me know this ain't my feng shui
Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume
Talking crazy, I pull up andele
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
If you know me know this ain't my feng shui
Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume
Talking crazy, I pull up andele
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate
Pocket rocket fire, watch him disintegrate
It's a truckload coming on the interstate
Sirloin steak all on my dinner plate
Your main b*tch say she wanna make a sex tape
Rich n*gga, I could never be a broke n*gga (rich n*gga)
Broke n*ggas I can never get along with them!
Always been hated since a little n*gga (always)
It's forever pus*y n*gga gotta deal with it (rich n*gga!)

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Float like a butterly, sting like a bee
Rumble young n*gga rumble!
Lil' mamma want a n*gga like me in the sheets
Ice cube knock it out like Deebo
Now who's that talking that gangsta sh*t?
Somebody gonna kick your ass
When I walk up in the club I better make a thunderstorm
Let them know that this a whole lot of cash
Rich n*ggas on the right all night (rich n*gga)
Broke n*ggas to the left by yourself (brokanese)
Now who the hell just said that the roof on fire?
Call 911 like Wyclef

[Hook:]

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