Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Diss Song, artist - Tyga. Album song Hotel California, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Diss Song |
I ain’t tryna diss you |
I just wanna know the issue |
Yea |
I got some shit on my mind |
First off, this song, meant to be tooken wrong |
Bad intentions and all, don’t want the problem resolved |
Heard it was you I’m like nah not my dawg |
Went to school together Took the bus and all |
Back of flashin cars, tryna be a boss |
Tryna fit in with the hustlers, they told us run along |
Tryna learn to shoot dice, got my bike stolen dawg |
You still wanna gang bang, ride deep in cars |
Til I see the nigga wrong hat, now it’s head off |
Picked up a notepad, bet you gon do the same |
Wrote down the shit I saw now, I don’t look at shit the same |
Now how am I to blame for you choosin a life in made? |
Nigga you a man too, why you mad at me? |
Same gravity hold you down, that’s embarrassing |
Your comments was hilarious, not even congratulations |
Told niggas we’re related, even when I made it |
Had nothing but good things to say about you even though you still hate it |
I know you think ‘cause this fame I’m probably jaded |
Ain’t get a chance to see yo daughter, tell her happy belated |
For me, I don’t care if that car lease, you in it you own it |
And that’s all me, being smart don’t mean cheap |
You could take a life sitting in the driver’s seat |
Take your shades off, I’m like |
(Remember me?) |
I ain’t tryna diss you |
I just wanna know the issue |
If you know what you say then say who you are |
We ain’t gotta take it this far |
So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song |
They just wanted this song, tell em play this song |
I ain’t tryna diss you |
I just wanna know the issue |
Listen to this song |
Lookin at my story, breakin down my glory |
Judging my highlights when it’s shots like Horry |
Always tryin to take from me, criticize, hate on me |
Wanna call me fake cuz you really can’t relate to me |
Your remarks, blatantly out of character |
You sociopaths couldn’t make a dollar in America |
On your keyboard cuz I blew up like a keloid |
Me boy, why you niggas gotta be a kill joy? |
I gave you niggas something to ride to |
Gave you niggas something to get fly to |
Gave you niggas something to die to |
Niggas want the fast life, barely in the drive through |
I advise you, do what yo life allow you to |
You’re a fan nigga? |
It’s cool, I was once too |
All that feedback, really don’t need that |
You like it? |
Buy it |
You don’t? |
don’t cop it |
Catid, it be great but my eyes lit |
Ignorance is bliss so I can’t blame yo ignorance |
It’s irrelevant, I’m relevant |
I’m a big event so go ahead and vent |
(I'm a big event so go ahead and vent) |
I ain’t tryna diss you |
I just wanna know the issue |
If you know what you say then say who you are |
We ain’t gotta take it this far |
So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song |
They just wanted this song, tell em play this song |
I ain’t tryna diss you |
I just wanna know the issue |
Listen to this song |
Listen to diss song |
Listen to diss song |
Diss song |
If you know what you say then say who you are |
We ain’t gotta take it this far |
I ain’t tryna diss you |
I ain’t tryna diss you |
Tell em play this song |
I ain’t tryna diss you |
Make a diss song |
Tell em play this song |
Diss song |
Diss song |
Bill rings, let the birds sing |
Had to sacrifice, never knew what pain will bring |
This moment of clarity |
I do it for my auntie’s nephew, never had a niece |
They call it spoken word, don’t want it to speak |
Don’t mix the colors with whites as if it was bleach |
Back of the bus, niggas fightin over window seats |
Tryna compete, T-Raww's |
Make this idea complete |
Ryan just got killed, who is there to blame? |
God rest his soul, tryna protect his gold chain |
It’s rules to the shit, but just it ain’t a game |
Give or take, niggas still gon violate |
Not up for discussion, nobody cockin and bussin |
You tough? |
It’s always someone tougher sayin fuck me some public law |
Bussin, I kept it 1000 to be exact |
Went from hood racks to Maybachs, how hood is that? |
Plaques on the wall, wall match the chrome gat |
Gat packed, backpack, backpack rapper never was that |
Niggas fire arms like they fuckin fist gone |
These simple heartbeats, that’s a real diss song |
(Motherfucker) |