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Tyga

"f*ck My Opponent"

[Hook: Big Sean]
Motherf*ck my opponent, started with a vision and a n*gga got on it
Met success and a introduced it to my homies, now every single girl in the room gon want us
(x2)

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Hell yeah I hope they hearing us
Imma want the beef, broccoli, and asparagus
Tell them rich folks they can couple up a chair with us
They can sure brag , but I know they can't embarrass us
And motherf*ck the opposition (f*ck) your b*tch wanna make a proposition
Remember when a n*gga barely had a pot to p*ss in, now I'm on my paper
Mr. Composition (what, what?) Excuse me, What? Competition? What?
To me that word is non- existent
And he sound like uhhhhhhh
Quit comparing me b*tch
f*ck you with a Ron Jeremy di*k
Hell yeah I'm apparently p*ssed, sonnin' n*ggas
I could give a parenting tip, I'm too good to really care about sh*t
Cause I'm young with money like I inherited it, biotchh

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 2: Tyga]

Get a buzz, champagne and club in the dusk
Wonder on top of the drums before the ambiance
Trying to get the sun involved, reflect on these hoes
No mirrors, my vision is simply through carrera gold
What's your goals when your interests ain't the (?)
Synopsis flow
I give it as the story go
Legion of Doom the superheroes have entered the room
Everyone move, everyone move, except for the Betty Boops
I'm Coming for you
Reservation at pus*y pool, let's make it for two
Amateur addict get this long di*k stamina
IChat the camera
Screw faced and hammer her
Can't touch it if it's funk
That R&B and b*tches say they won't
Hip-hop around '94 'til my soul (?)
Ante up, like M.O.P., f*ck your thoughts
It's GED, Young Money until the casket drop

[Hook] (x2)

Motherf*ck my opponent (x2)

[Hook] (x2)

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