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- Tyga Spitfire 歌詞
- Tyga
- Im a young 24 year old nigga
I come to take this game and bring it to me
We gon be here
Aint no fly by night nigga
We gon be here two years three years
I got this shit
Wire taps yall some grown liars
Im Julius with Cleo betting on my empire
Im busy in the jet like a Spitfire
Grandiose in the house looking like Granada
Im pops to your daughters daughter
Want my head like Pompeii the Roman rider
I write you off like a speed infraction
Im through with all the talking
Your misery got bad company
F**k all yall been
Its LK symbolic
All the shit I embody
You might get shot but Johnnys driving nice cars
Tryna park it dont you holla if it aint my Gualla
Growing up where Im from iPhone to get you towed on
Located in bankroll my niggas weight the dome
The shit Ive waited for ever since Brenda Song
Told you that Id make-make it home motherf**kers
This aint no ball game mad ruckus
More like the Rucker more like Christchurch mother
Teresa cash credit and visas
Not the car but the passport feature
Need the passport if youre riding with the asshole
Tell her no bags we shopping on tour freak
We make a nice cold week and if you ass caught creeping
Im balanced on the poppers
If I stop wont tell who dropping
Im topic of discussion when its who young with the money
Im here motherf**kers
I hear my name from the bleachers
But Im toobusy reaching
Looking up to deceased kings
Long live the last king Martin had a dream
And its me
Busy in the jet like a spitfire
Julius built my empire
Yall some grown liars
Busy in the jet like a spitfire
Julius built my empire
Yall some grown liars
Yall some grown liars
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