Muthaf**ka Up (Album Version|Edited)

Mutha***** Up (Album Version|Edited) - Tyga/Nicki Minaj

Lyrics by：M. Stevenson/J. Jackson/Onika Maraj

Composed by：M. Stevenson/J. Jackson/Onika Maraj

YMCMB rawest doing it

School for the blind I don't see these doing it

I'm doing it and doing it and doing it well

Wanna test me boy who wanna fail

Hit you like a bully yeah saved by the bell

If you scared go to church I'll see you in hell

And your girl she a flip give me heads or tails

Everybody fake so I got real for sale

Gunpowder fill the air

Rappers s**ttin' on theyself you could smell the fear

And these laying flowers 'cause the king is near

T-Raw this is the new flavour in ya ear

Softer than baby hair

Why you acting tough heard you work at Build-A-Bear

I'm a dealer all my girls come in deuce and pairs

I'm in the building I construct so crank this muthaf**ker up

What the funk you beezy's want

I'm ready to hump the car I call it ele-phunk

Trunk in the front

Man she give me good brain till she feel dumb

I just keep going like the bunny till I feel numb

Yeah these want it

I put my man's on it

That 110 Sup' and that Ferrari California

Want beef call me Tony Roma

You potatoes on the sofa

Lazy motherf**kers why you ain't even try yet

Rich or die trying why you ain't died yet

Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly

And I'm with the business get pyoom with a tied clip

Stay on the flight yeah I'ma trip

Probably up in Paradise chillin like Parliaments

Flow got a boner you could say I'm on some harder

'Bout to make the speaker buss'

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Okay really I get money

I get money like a

She ain't going nowhere but swear that a trip

You see how the diamonds get to dancing

Yeah ya money short get some pants and

I be with a with a big ol' dick

Yeah I like them balls you be shooting them bricks

You in the game for

We up three-zip and it's Game 4

Tell 'em listen couple bad b***hes's

Out in Kingston kicking up bricks and

Intervention I pay ya pension

Oh you say what I don't pay attention

Yeah these want it

I put my on it

You know the tattoos got Nicki initials on it

I put the on 'em cook 'em a pot roast

Then pull off in the Ghost

B***h I do the most

What the funk you beezy's want

It ain't your turn better have my money

Friday like big worm

Can't see you you like a little germ

Know I'm excellent like Mr Burns

See my dick like butter churn

Baby churn and ya girl with me fo'shure

That ain't your concern

She forgot about her man she will never learn

On a mic 'til I die RIP Chick Hearn

Yessir colder than the Pittsburgh winter

Fresher than a Will Smith T-Shirt

Disperse coming through Last King and a hearse

Ask later shoot first got shooters like Dirk

When it hurts leave you losers bruised up

Bruce Lee nunchucks

Toe from the floor up though

Duck rubber duck now you like oh shucks

Tell the neighbours I don't give a f**k

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