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  • Текст песни Tyga - Involved

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    [Chorus]
    What happens when you get involved?
    N-ggas start telling lies (start telling lies)
    Both wanna be involved
    But loves like suicide
    Now that your too involved
    Infatuated to the high

    [Tyga - Verse 1]
    Uhh took a deep breath, Inhaled this love in the air
    Only just to find pain cause its all that I feel
    Mothaf-ckas say they real, but they really aint for real
    I'll show you who's real, when you broke aint 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 then a bon bon
    Quick sand bitches running out of time
    Got my shades on, I aint waiting in the line
    Whatever it is I'm on some better shit
    All black barreta shit
    Leather coat, leather mitts
    I dont leave no finger prints, Eddie raw, semi clips
    Violence aint for little kids
    But I keep something cause these n-ggas wanna test me
    N-ggas on that ice like Gretzky
    Montage chillin, life on a jet-ski
    Haters left I like Leslie
    N-gga ball hard, never been to the SB's
    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
    Dont let it stop, then ask yourself why?

    [Chorus x2]

    [Verse 2]
    Last king n-gga 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 n-gga couldn't hang with me like Mr.cooper
    Super duper, need a pooper scooper
    I'm the shit clean it in the white loofer
    It's Young Mula hustle like an oompa loompa
    Young tutor teach you n-ggas how to do this
    Shame on a hater, we dont 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 mothaf-cka, sh-shootem in the line mothaf-cka
    Like hi mothaf-cka, head light from trucka, like dear to a hunter
    I'm aiming at something!

    [Chorus]

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