Love T-Raww

I don’t fuck with nobody, about me I don’t fuck with nobody, about me I don’t fuck with nobody, about me I don’t fuck with nobody, about me I don’t fuck with nobody… [Hook] These bitches love T-Raww Hatin,’ need machine guns All these niggas they broke boys And I push a Rolls Royce Niggas they don’t like me I heard niggas they don’t like me Man these bitches love T-Raww Only trust my Nina King shit with my feet up Kill a nigga with my song, but Niggas they don’t like me I heard niggas they don’t like me Man these bitches love T-Raww [Verse 1: Tyga] Ridin’ ‘round no plates Schemin’ tryin’ to get paid Lookin’ for a fuck date Men lie, women lie But not the numbers I make Load up that Wild Boy Call it MGK Mind gone, don’t fuck with me Countin’ dorms in the Middle East 38, Silence of the Lambs Hello Clarice My life need a DVD Bags of money like the Money Team Dress bitches in all black You could call them BET These hoes in competition Competing for a seat in VIP These niggas claimin’ they poppin’ bottles They just holdin’ that sparkle thing Wrist on, I had a dream Martin Luther I must’ve seen Mixtape, mix ya body with tape That’s what that green’ll bring [Hook] [Verse 2: Tyga] Off season, no time to play Night time, my time of day I hustle hard like Ace and Wayne Two shifts, I’mma need a raise Carpool, stay in your lane I’m blowin’ up, that’s propane These hoes want my last name No sitcom, this the House of Pain No I don’t fuck with nobody like celibates I ride alone, I die alone She give me head, that’s Tylenol No dialogue, she play her part My life a movie, no script at all I darn say that I did it all, I did it all, so… [Hook]