Chris Brown - D.g.i.f.u. lyrics

Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G Hated on by most these n***as But I still keep sh**tin' on n***as lowkey I don't f** with you to the third degree I keep it G, damn G you owe us three Schemin' on the low, tryna make a n***a profit-ly All I do is get money, f**, and sleep I should run for mayor Been runnin' sh**, you barely maintainin', b**h No, this ain't no less regular sh** Break a neck on some Busta sh** Soulja, Memphis sh** I be on til infinity Don't predict, b**h, what I'm gonna do 'Cause chances are I've outdone you And most of my so called enemies Spit your game, talk your sh** Grab your gat, call your clique Ball so hard I don't need the a**ist I'm the best I keep sayin' that sh** n***a, you should too If you knew what this game will do to you Look at bullsh** that I've been through This the drive through and sh** on you Don't get it f**ed up Yesterday was the freshest n***a in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh In America Don't get it f**ed up n***as talkin' bout oh sh** I pull up they like oh sh** Now look whose talkin', b**h Now look whose talkin', b**h, yeah Don't get it f**ed up I do this sh** for my, I do this sh** for my Do this sh** for my loved ones Don't get it f**ed up I do this sh** for my, I do this sh** for my I don't trust n***as, I only trust funds n***a Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move they lips This extended clip will make Buddha sh** Shawty callin' me, pullin' up with them hooter tits Never use a n***a, but she abuse the dick I lick the p**y let the air dry We in a boat, n***a, right off the coast European or Caribbean, I'm sweatin' out my hair dye So don't get it f**ed up I got a handful of matches, f**in' with a bad b**h All my n***as is savages, better loc up Damn it's a tragedy, all of these casualties Metal through his body, n***a, check his anatomy, oh sh** Why you pillow talkin'? That's ho sh** n***a, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me f**ing yo' b**h I can't lie, can't lie I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side I believe I can fly, I'm the sh** now Wanna be like Mike when I die Step right up, can't name any n***a that can f** with us I'mma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers All in your face, I'm bustin' nuts Don't get it f**ed up Yesterday was the freshest n***a in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh In America Don't get it f**ed up n***as talkin' bout oh sh** I pull up they like oh sh** Now look whose talkin', b**h Now look whose talkin', b**h, yeah Don't get it f**ed up I do this sh** for my, I do this sh** for my Do this sh** for my loved ones Don't get it f**ed up I do this sh** for my, I do this sh** for my I don't trust n***as, I only trust funds n***a Did ya'll think I would let my dough freeze? Ho, please! Better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to throw P's? Who you think taught you to rap keys? Dress Dreez, Phillip Limb, SLP's Like Snoop D-O-double G n***a murda was the case so motherf** the police Ya'll n***as soft like Emojis, with the heart eyes Ya'll part skies, ya'll cloud k**as We aimin' n***as, my soldiers blacker than apartheid We coupe n***as, you n***as riding four doors Like Uber n***a, we pilin' all of your who*es On the canopy my stamina be Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee My Katy Perry ain't afraid to carry That sh** you sniff, Taylor Swift n***as talk yet it remains a myth I never seen it, they only dream it They rap about it, do interviews With they toy cars and they little j**els Don't get it f**ed up Yesterday was the freshest n***a in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh In America Don't get it f**ed up n***as talkin' bout oh sh** I pull up they like oh sh** Now look whose talkin', b**h Now look whose talkin', b**h, yeah Don't get it f**ed up I do this sh** for my, I do this sh** for my Do this sh** for my loved ones Don't get it f**ed up I do this sh** for my, I do this sh** for my I don't trust n***as, I only trust funds n***a