| Yeah
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| I’m not Tyga
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| But I still am Tyga
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| Ayy (David)
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| Mr. Worldwide (David)
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| Look, I’ma hit the nightmare dance, all my friends are dead
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| Graveyard pack, smoke crack, 4 am
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| Hit the nightmare dance, all my friends are dead
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| Pumpkins talking to me tryna tell me kill again
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| I got a bloody ass wrist, bloody ass fits
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| And if your shit not bloody, you can go and suck a dick
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| Me and David hangin' out with demons in the crib
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| Only getting bald fades cause we ballin' out this bitch
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| Angels in my cup, Demons pour me up
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| King of Halloween, coked up in the club
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| You was on a roll, now your grave is getting dug
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| And if you don’t fuck with David, I could never dap you up
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| Look, I’ma hit the nightmare dance, all my friends are dead
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| Graveyard pack, smoke crack, 4 am
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| Hit the nightmare dance, all my friends are dead
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| Pumpkins talking to me tryna tell me kill again (David)
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| All my friends are dead, Dead Kennedys (David)
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| Hop up out the bed then I take some ketamine
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| Feel like Soulja Boy, I hop up out the bed
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| Cut you with a pencil, I’ma fill you up with lead
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| I feel like the X-Files, scary shit I’m, not talking Ted
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| I was too geeked up, I didn’t hear what the fuck you said (David)
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| Fuck her 'til she’s screaming real loud 'til I’m deaf
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| 8 ball of coke score the ball like the Mets
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| Nitemare dance, move my arms from side to side
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| I’m off drugs and she likes it when I lie
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| I can’t lose, if you win it’s just a tie
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| I’m so fucking fancy, I’m not talking suit and tie
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| Look, I’ma hit the nightmare dance, all my friends are dead
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| Graveyard pack, smoke crack, 4 am
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| Hit the nightmare dance, all my friends are dead
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| Pumpkins talking to me tryna tell me kill again
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| (David) |