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Letras:Tyga. Hard In The Paint.

[Tyga:]
I ain't never been cheap
I spend it all
Never made Varsity but I fucking ball
14 fuck school I'm a rapper dawg
Snap back boy take that fucking fitted off
Fall to they knees plead for their right to breath
Lord please devour all my enemies
That was Pac talking Bitch now back up off me
I'm that yellow gold boss and you looking bossy
Walk the water if I could bitch I think I'm Moses
Tell em shut the fuck up with that comotion
I'm counting money get enough, get a promotion
I sizzling up, hotter than a bowl of momma porridge
Whole body covered in green like Dinosaurus
Gimme neck, baby bend all your spinal chords
Uh uh, [?] ass goofy
Tryna blend in like a motherfucking smoker
Take a seat you fucking up the movie
I'm on the couch standing while you staring at the movement
Young Money bitch I do this
Hand in my mind both sides one lie two crimes
Otherside don't fire
Fully dazed like a dream I ain't moving bitch
We grooving [?]
Fully trippin I could prove it
Switch blade where my boot is
All that sweet talk leave a nigga toothless
Now you goofy
I'm an asshole and my car dufus
Mikey rock chucks like the cool kids
Bitch it's so dangerous
Haters envy me cause they angry
So you want that beef
Than the bitch I'm arranging it
More famous than these no name niggas
That you hanging with
All my homies on like the cable is
Say seiko watch TV Tyga psycho
Don't play tyco, 50 tyson I'll bite you
No license still driving
Used to lease it now I buy it
Hard cash blood diamonds
Niggas violent baby's crying
Mr Niceguy
Come sell the product
I'm a a niceguy
But I never went to college
Can't live long in imagination
Don't compare me to no basic bitch
I'm better stop debating motherfucka
Motherfucka
(Well done)