收聽Tyga的Diss Song (Explicit)歌詞歌曲

Diss Song (Explicit)

Tyga2013年4月8日

Diss Song (Explicit) 歌詞

Diss Song (Explicit) - Tyga

Written by:M. StevensonJ. KingA. LyonM. ValenzanoJ. JacksonF. HultinO. Lindefelt

I ain't tryna diss you

 

I just wanna know the issue

 

Yea

 

I got sh*t on my mind

 

First off this song missedly took it wrong

Bad intentions and all don't want the problem resolved

 

Heard it was you out making out with my dawg

Went to school together

Took the bus and all back of flashin cars tryna be a boss

Tryna fit in with the hustlers they told us run along

Tryna learn to shoot dice got my bike stolen dawg

You still wanna gang bang ride deep in cars

Til I see the ni**a wrong hat now it's head off

Picked up a notepad bet you gon do the same

Looked down the sh*t I saw now I don't look at sh*t the same

Now how am I to blame for you choosin a life in made

Ni**a you a man too why you mad at me

Same gravity hold you down that's embarrassing

Your comments was hilarious not even congratulations

 

Told niggas we're related even when I made it

Had nothing but good things to say about you even though you still hate it

I know you think 'cause this fame I'm probably jaded

 

Ain't get a chance to see yo daughter tell her happy belated

For me I don't care if that car lease you in it you own it

And that's all me being smart don't mean cheap

You could take a life sitting in the driver's seat

Take your shades off I'm like

(Remember me?)

I ain't tryna diss you

 

I just wanna know the issue

 

If you know what you say then say who you are

We ain't gotta take it this far

So go on make a diss song this is not a diss song

 

They just wanted this song tell em play this song

I ain't tryna diss you

 

I just wanna know the issue

 

Listen to this song

Lookin at my story breakin down my glory

 

Judging my highlights when it's shots like Horry

Always tryin to take from me criticize hate on me

Wanna call me fake cuz you really can't relate to me

Your remarks playin league out of character

 

Your social past couldn't make a dollar in America

 

On your keyboard cuz I blew up like a keloid

 

Me boy why you niggas gotta be a kill joy

I gave you niggas something to ride to

Gave you niggas something to get fly to

Gave you niggas something to die to

Niggas want the fast life barely in the drive through

I advise you do what yo life allow you to

You're a fan ni**a It's cool I was once too

 

All that feedback really don't need that

You like it Buy it

You don't don't cop it

Catid it be great but my eyes lit

Ignorance is bliss so I can't blame yo ignorance

It's irrelevant I'm relevant

 

I'm big event so go ahead and vent

 

I'm big event so go ahead and vent

I ain't tryna diss you

 

I just wanna know the issue

 

If you know what you say then say who you are

We ain't gotta take it this far

So go on make a diss song this is not a diss song

They just wanted this song tell em play this song

I ain't tryna diss you

 

I just wanna know the issue

 

Listen to this song

Listen to this song

This song

 

If you know what you say then say who you are

 

We ain't gotta take it this far

 

I ain't tryna diss you

 

I ain't tryna diss you

 

Tell em play this song

I ain't tryna diss you

 

Make a diss song

Tell em play this song

 

This song

 

This song

 

Bill ring let the birds sing

Had to sacrifice never knew what pain will bring

 

This moment of clarity

 

I do it for my auntie's nephew never had a niece

 

They call it spoken word don't want it to speak

Don't mix the colors with whites as if it was bleach

Back of the bus niggas fightin over window seats

 

Tryna compete T-Raww's

Make this idea complete

 

Ryan just got killed who is there to blame

 

God rest his soul tryna protect his gold chain

It's rules to the sh*t but just it ain't a game

 

Give or take niggas still gon violate

 

Not up for discussion nobody cockin and bussin

You tough It's always someone tougher sayin f**k me some public law

 

Bussin I kept it 1000 to be exact

 

Went from hood racks to Maybachs how hood is that

Blacks on the wall wall my stick on gap

Backpack backpack backpack rap whenever was that

 

Niggas fire arms like they f**kin fist gone

 

These simple heartbeats that's a real diss song