Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyga
Tyga
Composer
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Composer
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
Ryan Hunt
Ryan Hunt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan Hunt
Ryan Hunt
Producer
Michael “BANGER” Cadahia
Recording Engineer
Matt Anthony
Matt Anthony
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Vocal Producer

Letras

T-raww, fuck y'all, money tall, dick large Tiger in my backyard, bitches on my futon Dog house, no dog, shootout, Chris Paul Walking on the marble floor, take your fucking shoes off Bitch this is fox fur, killing shit, fuck a hearse I can show you my choopa works She give me head, when my head hurt Deep throat, till the bitch burp Her best friend said let me at'em-Cousin Lurch Smoking on that turf, get your feelings hurt At your neck like a collared shirt, ball like a Nerf Word, more green nigga than smoking pot When I see more, I'm that horror from that little shop Shop, butcher shop, open up your top All you see is gold watch, Rolls Royce, road blocks Sun roof, fogged out, chrome grill, gold mouth Take a fuckin' look around Bitch I'm all you need Augh, I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas Bitch I'm all you need Augh, I'm the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up, bitch 500 degrees Augh, I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas Bitch I'm all you need Augh, I'm the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up, Bitch 500 degrees Thrilla manilla, I buy straight from the dealer I'm politickin' in Paris, I'm buying statues and pillars All from the Louvre nigga, mosaics from the museum You niggas counting per diem, your bitch is in my DM I never read'em, weak bitch probably get seasick On the yacht eat shrimp, see my name on a blimp It read T-Raww's a pimp Nigga I ain't dancin' but my hand on my hip Full clip, movie shit, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Niggas want a verse, can't even get a ad-lib I'm killing this shit, and I'm killing your mind One verse at a time, the shivers are mine I murdered this shit, just takin' my time Got bars, front gate, face shot, blind date Rolex, timepiece, ain't got no time for no bitch speech 120 that six speed, pull it out that's all mine Just call me T-papi Bitch I'm all you need Augh, I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas Bitch, I'm all you need Augh, I'm the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up bitch 500 degrees Augh, I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas Bitch I'm all you need Augh, I'm the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up, bitch 500 degrees Tunechi over bitches Smoki' color purple, blunt fat as Oprah Winfrey I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga, the nigga, nigga I be snappin', I hope you get the bigger picture I said fuck that nigga that you fuckin' She say that nigga rap, I say he couldn't wrap a mummy But let me pass the weed, and stop passin' judgement Before I have to beat him like a dick he had it comin' Been eating so much pussy, man I'm starting to get chubby Schoolin' motherfuckers, I'm their favorite subject Broomstick in my pants, I'm 'bout to go witch hunting I'm already loaded, these niggas still bufferin' I fuck my girlfriend and her best friend, these niggas is lesbians Don't cross me like a pedestrian, I'm getting head watching ESPN She holdin' me and carressin' me Don't hate the player, hate the referee If she F with me, I am definitely a necessiity Bitch I'm all you need Augh, I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas Bitch I'm all you need Augh, I'm the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up, bitch 500 degrees Augh, I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas Bitch I'm all you need Augh, I'm the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up, bitch 500 degrees
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Michael Stevenson, Jess Jackson, Ryan Hunt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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