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(feat. Tyga, Gudda Gudda) [Verse 1: Tyga] I am livin the game, Hittin the fades, quick cash Blink to fast you'll be gone, no quicksand Dis man ain't givin a fuck for no middle man, middle class Skipped class only class I knew, was S-Benz Now pretend you never heard of me from a can of candy yams N I was just a boy like killa cam But now my print over yo bitch, T-shirt Glass skirt, research his work, iphone blackberry chirp But it gets worse, how would you feel Fresh of work, seein dis light-skinned jerk After I'm all workin ya girlfriend purse Damn ma, didn't he fuck friend ha? Yea y? I thought dat goofy bitch was lyin Guess not, Bet not they won't near us Fear us, Y.M squadron Young bloods, Nothin above eyebrows, G.E.D forever above Studio, many yums, I ain't fuckin with the club While you gettin bub, I'm gettin pub Dese songs I mean, Dese songs be mean Got yo label warring, Cause I'm makin quality quantities I got da holy spirit, but no father son Letras de canciones[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] Now everybody know I'm shinin in da coupe, No roof while I'm shittin on em Rollin through da eastside, Hollandwood is hittin for I'm all about my hustle, Need my chips so I could stack it up Gone on da pill got me rollin like a acura Young money nigga, Yea I'm back like I left somethin You niggas is jaw jackin, watch me sidestep son Young nigga, Got my money runnin like Barry Bitches want my baby cause dey heard about my salary Make dem dog hoes lay it down like ballin g Knock dem bitches socks loose, pass em off to Mallie G All brown maybach, You could say I'm yoohoo'n All my niggas red flaggin You could see we soo woo'n [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Dedication 33333333 I feel like dese mothafuckas betta know we next I will like but never love dem H-O-E-S I fill a white tall cup full of codeine rich I still eat a couple rappers for my protein bitch I'm on my so mean shit, You don't know me bitch I do it for those who done it before me bitch My goons is gone ride even with a slow leak bitch And then we get dem chickens, You get no piece bitch Stunna man said kill em all, so still n all I'm a kill em all, Murder dem pussy hoes I'm flyer den a butterfly doin the tootsie roll Haha, I got chips like the cookie dough And it takes a lot of paper to book a show You wouldn't know cause you couldn't know I'm who they're lookin to n who they're lookin for N numbers don't liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee N numbers don't liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee Yea betta hope yo math is rite We take yo body for a sacrifice You see that flashin light, Welcome to afterlife I put on for dem bitches, On On for dem bitches I put on for dem bitches, On ONNNNNNNNNNn Put on for dem bitches, On onnnnnnnnnnnnnn Onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn From Letras Mania