Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Involved, artist - Tyga. Album song Black Thoughts Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Last Kings
Song language: English
Involved |
What happens when you get involved? |
Niggas start telling lies (start telling lies) |
Both wanna be involved |
But loves like suicide |
Now that your too involved |
Infatuated to the high |
Uhh took a deep breath, Inhaled this love in the air |
Only just to find pain cause its all that I feel |
Motherfuckers say they real, but they really ain’t for real |
I’ll show you who’s real, when you broke ain’t a thrill |
Got bills waiting on me, and its drama in my ear |
I wanna sit still, but I’m busy tryna live |
Forgiving all my sins, crucifixed now I’m fixed |
Road to eternal bliss |
Now they hate me like Chris, Rock on my arm |
Gotta keep a piece of mine, hot cherry balm, lip locking with a dime |
I make bitches scream for me like I’m Lil Jon |
Last king to flow, sweeter than a bon bon |
Quick sand bitches running out of time |
Got my shades on, I ain’t waiting in the line |
Whatever it is I’m on some better shit |
All black barreta shit |
Leather coat, leather mitts |
I don’t leave no finger prints, Eddie raw, semi clips |
Violence ain’t for little kids |
But I keep something cause these niggas wanna test me |
Niggas on that ice like Gretzky |
Montage chillin', life on a jet-ski |
Haters left I like Leslie |
Nigga ball hard, never been on ESPYS |
But now you walk alone, no holding hands |
Just wishing somebody could understand |
No father figure, taught myself to be a man |
Mama said keep God in all your plans |
Let the sun shine keep your head high |
Its always people after your spot, gotta stay high, gotta stay high |
Don’t let it stop, then ask yourself why? |
Last king nigga ready for war, jeep threw off the doors |
New paint now the car reborn, and I’m flying overseas |
Now my dollars is foreign |
And the Bentley got wings now the angels is calling |
Uhh, the good son, Macaulay Culkin |
Getting money til my last show |
Word up to Oprah, the whips pull out like a leather sofa |
Coolest nigga couldn’t hang with me like Mr. cooper |
Super duper, need a pooper scooper |
I’m the shit; |
cleaner than a white loofah |
It’s Young Mula hustle like an oompa loompa |
Young tutor teach you niggas how to do this |
Shame on a hater, we on pop charts, so the bread pop up like pop tarts |
Red coupe, hot sauce, bitches getting locked jaw |
Big titties top off, ass like Sasquatch |
The rap star, highlights, player of the week, gotta get five mics |
Clever when I speak, motivation for your life |
They under-rating me, Mike verses A.I., |
But I’ma get mine motherfucker, sh-shootem' in the line motherfucker |
Like hi motherfucker, head light from trucka, like dear to a hunter |
I’m aiming at something! |