| I’m a young, 24 year old ni*ga
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| I come to take this game and bring it to me
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| We gon' be here
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| Ain’t no fly by night ni*ga
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| We gon' be here two years, three years
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| I got this sh*t
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| Wire taps, y’all some grown liars
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| I’m Julius with Cleo betting on my empire
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| I’m busy in the jet, like a Spitfire
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| Grandiose in the house, looking like Granada
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| I’m pops to your daughter’s daughter
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| Want my head like Pompeii, the Roman rider
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| I write you off like a speed infraction
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| I’m through with all the talking
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| Your misery got bad company
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| F*ck all y’all been
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| It’s A-OK, symbolic
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| All the s*it I embody
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| You might get shot but Johnny’s driving nice cars
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| Tryna park it, don’t you holla if it ain’t my Gualla
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| Growing up where I’m from, iPhone to get you towed on
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| Located in bankroll, my niggas weight the dome
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| The sh*t I’ve waited for ever since Brenda Song
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| Told you that I’d make-make it home, motherf*ckers
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| This ain’t no ball game, mad ruckus
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| More like the Rucker, more like Christchurch, mother
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| Teresa cash, credit and visas
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| Not the car, but the passport feature
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| Need the passport if you’re riding with the as*hole
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| Tell her no bags, we shopping on tour, freak
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| We make a nice cold week and if you a*s caught creeping
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| I’m balanced on the poppers, if I stop won’t tell who dropping
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| I’m topic of discussion when it’s who young with the money
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| I’m here, motherf*ckers
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| I hear my name from the bleachers
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| But I’m too busy reaching
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| Looking up to deceased kings
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| Long live the last king, Martin had a dream
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| And it’s me
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| Busy in the jet like a spitfire
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| Julius built my empire
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| Y’all some grown liars
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| Y’all some grown liars
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| Busy in the jet like a spitfire
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| Julius built my empire
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| Y’all some grown liars
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| Y’all some grown liars |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spitfire , by - Tyga. Song from the album The Gold Album: 18th Dynasty, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп