Luv Dem

187 [Verse 1: Tyga] Let's play black car, Black Audemar For the love of money, I'm a die hard Fucking role model, tell these bitches, play your part I blew up off one tape I take a Dime, a movie star Foreign cars, my language off Old school, like Cooley High Your bitch, she getting sodomized My money blink like Lloyd's eyes These niggas telling, like all lies Said they want beef, but they french fries I'm hot popping, nigga deep fried These bitches sweating me, perspire Tell Nicki, she want Chyna she'll turn you out Had a white bitch like No Doubt Busting nut's for four hours I'm on the jet getting drugged out Jordan face, her tongue out I'm throwing money like paper routes My flow hard like the world gout She eat pussy, cat down Can't see me, background School niggas, cap gown Click clack, smoke cloud Lumberjack, tall niggas Paul Bunyan, I wish you would All my niggas like Trayvon Ready to die for their hood Ball hard, no fucking catch My shit real, your figures wax Your Rollie ain’t Rolex Like Mankind, get socked next We don’t fuck with P90X Cause all my niggas they do is flex My car made for races Like to fuck with rednecks I’m on some different shit Hop out then I pull up Motherfucking little Mikey icey like cooler I don’t need no help Never fucked with no tutors Talking all that head Throw me in your medulla T-Raww I’m stepping out Bail money I’m handing out I ain’t scared of y’all niggas Manny Pacquiao Strip search, I pat her down Wiz Khalifa, I’m smoking loud Like A$AP I got a fucking problem Fuckin’ problem, I’m a problem child 187