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Mutha***** Up (Album Version|Edited) - Tyga/Nicki Minaj
Lyrics by：M. Stevenson/J. Jackson/Onika Maraj
Composed by：M. Stevenson/J. Jackson/Onika Maraj
YMCMB rawest doing it
School for the blind I don't see these doing it
I'm doing it and doing it and doing it well
Wanna test me boy who wanna fail
Hit you like a bully yeah saved by the bell
If you scared go to church I'll see you in hell
And your girl she a flip give me heads or tails
Everybody fake so I got real for sale
Gunpowder fill the air
Rappers s**ttin' on theyself you could smell the fear
And these laying flowers 'cause the king is near
T-Raw this is the new flavour in ya ear
Softer than baby hair
Why you acting tough heard you work at Build-A-Bear
I'm a dealer all my girls come in deuce and pairs
I'm in the building I construct so crank this muthaf**ker up
What the funk you beezy's want
I'm ready to hump the car I call it ele-phunk
Trunk in the front
Man she give me good brain till she feel dumb
I just keep going like the bunny till I feel numb
Yeah these want it
I put my man's on it
That 110 Sup' and that Ferrari California
Want beef call me Tony Roma
You potatoes on the sofa
Lazy motherf**kers why you ain't even try yet
Rich or die trying why you ain't died yet
Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly
And I'm with the business get pyoom with a tied clip
Stay on the flight yeah I'ma trip
Probably up in Paradise chillin like Parliaments
Flow got a boner you could say I'm on some harder
'Bout to make the speaker buss'
Crank this
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Okay really I get money
I get money like a
She ain't going nowhere but swear that a trip
You see how the diamonds get to dancing
Yeah ya money short get some pants and
I be with a with a big ol' dick
Yeah I like them balls you be shooting them bricks
You in the game for
We up three-zip and it's Game 4
Tell 'em listen couple bad b***hes's
Out in Kingston kicking up bricks and
Intervention I pay ya pension
Oh you say what I don't pay attention
Yeah these want it
I put my on it
You know the tattoos got Nicki initials on it
I put the on 'em cook 'em a pot roast
Then pull off in the Ghost
B***h I do the most
What the funk you beezy's want
It ain't your turn better have my money
Friday like big worm
Can't see you you like a little germ
Know I'm excellent like Mr Burns
See my dick like butter churn
Baby churn and ya girl with me fo'shure
That ain't your concern
She forgot about her man she will never learn
On a mic 'til I die RIP Chick Hearn
Yessir colder than the Pittsburgh winter
Fresher than a Will Smith T-Shirt
Disperse coming through Last King and a hearse
Ask later shoot first got shooters like Dirk
When it hurts leave you losers bruised up
Bruce Lee nunchucks
Toe from the floor up though
Duck rubber duck now you like oh shucks
Tell the neighbours I don't give a f**k
Crank this
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