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Tyga - Drive Fast, Live Young [HQ]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Vocals
Jason James
Jason James
Guitar
Daniel Chaimson
Daniel Chaimson
Guitar
Pier Luigi Salami
Pier Luigi Salami
Piano
JMSN
JMSN
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyga
Tyga
Composer
David Doman
David Doman
Songwriter
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Matt Anthony
Matt Anthony
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Doman
David Doman
Producer
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Vocal Producer

Lyrics

Big shit perfect timing, got a chef, we ain't gotta leave Baby we can dine in Get you played like violins Made a purchase so large, got a call nigga, affirming Switch shirts when we riding Case a nigga get pulled over, keep me vizine Way you living like this, She won't never wanna leave with these new hoes Steady tryina fuck me Ratchet nigga, no dry cleaners, don't wash that, it's brand new Got pablo homies, got grip niggas And my ocean view straight water blue My second time, your first time She let me hit on the first night Foreign cars, muscle cars Y'all niggas just ain't living it right I'm making change, I make it rain We ain't the same I'm pulling up, my whip game Got leather seats and wood grain Got champagne, that's candy paying My real estate, these boppers know my stage name I sip slow, while entertain I'm dope maine, you so lame 100 thous went to dice game Push start, I'm a start, She up and down that boulevard Going hard, going hard Oh you bout that life, want that shine Can I have that ice, nah nigga it ain't mine I've been hustling all night, and I know she wanna call But a nigga working hard like 3 jobs Hottest paper can't count it all alone Mesmerized by the throne, addicted to doing wrong I'm a stone cold killer, cards in the winner Audemar ghetto like bob just lit up Grown with the game, drop vise get hit up Nigga take fade, knock down nigga get up Broke niggas, broke niggas, I ain't gotta worry bout gold diggas Pow, pow, these rolls on niggas Hot shot clock, waiting for the finish Hop in the tennant, y'all niggas shit winnin 22 like emmit, and my bitch photogenic She be fire in a minute, draw your eyes baby I waas only kiddin Do it all different she used to say I did it Rolls royce, lamborghini nigga, what's the difference? I'm making change, I make it rain We ain't the same I'm pulling up, my whip game Got leather seats and wood grain Got champagne, that's candy paying My real estate, these boppers know my stage name I sip slow, while entertain I'm dope maine, you so lame 100 thous went to dice game Push start, I'm a start, She up and down that boulevard Going hard, going hard Sometimes man it just suits I'm living a dream, man it's an ecstasy Man, ecstasy She feel my energy, wanna get next to me Man this is ecstasy, ecstasy Chop, chop, never stop Chop, chop, never stop Be forever young, driving in Be forever young.
Writer(s): Jess Reed Jackson, Jason Blaine, David L Doman, Pier Salami, Michael Stevenson, Christian Andrew Berishaj Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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