Full Lyrics : Chris Brown & Tyga Ft. Pusha T - D.G.I.F.U.

[Verse 1: Tyga]

Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G

Hated on by most these n*ggas

But I still keep shittin' on n*ggas lowkey

I don't f*ck with you to the third degree

I keep a G, DMV, you owe a three

Schemin' on the low, tryna make a n*gga profitly

All I do is get money, f*ck, and sleep

I should run for mayor

Been runnin' shit, you barely maintainin', b*tch

No, this ain't no (?) shit

Break a neck on some Busta shit

(?) shit

I be on til infinity

Don't predict, b*tch, what I'm gonna do

Cause chances are I've outdone you

And most of my so called enemies

Spit your game, talk your shit

Grab your gat, call your clique

Ball so hard I don't need the assist

I'm the best so I keep that shit

n*gga, you should too

If you knew what this game'll do to you

Look at bullshit that I've been through

This the drive through and shit on you

[Hook: Tyga]

Don't get it f*cked up

Yesterday was the freshest n*gga in America

I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh

In America

Don't get it f*cked up

n*ggas talkin' bout oh shit

I pull up like oh shit

Now look whose talkin', b*tch

Now look whose talkin', b*tch, yeah

Don't get it f*cked up

I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my

Do this shit for my loved ones

Don't get it f*cked up

I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my

I don't trust n*ggas, I only trust funds n*gga

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say

But nothin' comes out when they move they lips

This extended clip will make Buddha shit

Shawty comin' and pullin' up with them hooter tips

Never use a n*gga, but she abuse the dick

I let the pussy let the air drop

We in a boat, n*gga, right off the coast

European or Caribbean, I'm sweatin' on hair dye

So don't get it f*cked up

I got a handful of matches, f*ckin' with a bad b*tch

All my n*ggas is savages, better loc up

Damn ,it's a tragedy, all of these casualties

Metal through his body, n*gga, check his anatomy, oh shit

Why you pillow talkin'? That's ho shit

n*gga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me f*cking yo' b*tch

I can't lie, can't lie

I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side

I believe I can fly, I'm the shit now

Wanna be like Mike when I die

Step right up, can't name any n*gga that can f*ck with us

I'mma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers

All in your face, I'm bustin' nuts

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Pusha T]

Did ya'll think I would let my dough freeze?

Ho, please! Better bow down on both knees

Who you think taught you to throw P's?

Who you think taught you to rap keys?

Dress (?) Phillip Limb, SLP's

Like Snoop D-O-double G

n*gga murda was the case so motherf*ck the police

Ya'll n*ggas soft like Emojis, with the heart eyes

Ya'll part skies, ya'll cloud killas

We aimin' n*ggas, my soldiers blacker than apartheid

We coupe n*ggas, you n*ggas riding four doors

Like Uber n*gga, we pilin' all of your whores

On the canopy my stamina be

Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee

My Katy Perry ain't afraid to carry

That shit you sniff, Taylor Swift

n*ggas talk yet it remains a myth

I never seen it, they only dream it

They rap about it, do interviews

With they toy cars and they little jewels

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