Tyga - Young & Gettin It (CDQ Lyrics) lyrics

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Tyga - Young & Gettin It (CDQ Lyrics) lyrics

OK I go to sleep in the mornin', been countin' money all night I did it all on my own so these cars I'm gon' buy Them n***as hated on me, I was all the way in Dubai Gettin' lambo doors sky high, told that b**h, b**hes know Ty Red rum, murder gang, these n***as gay like Novacane My n***as gutta like bowling lanes, like Pedro they vote for me Two Asian b**hes, they siamese, so high a n***a look Chinese She bite the head like Ozzy, Freddy Krueger money you only see in your dreams H-Town, ball hard like my name Hakeem Olajuwon, James Harden, y'all n***as new to the scene And that's my n***a, s**a Club need a new liver Pop-pop bottles on all these b**hes, b**h a** n***as can't even get in Ripley's, please believe me, that Justin Bieber, my n***a really Ain't gotta lie, these n***as feel me, my bars up, like poppin' wheelies They want beef cause my neck chilly, got a bad white b**h like Iggy Iggy pop, rock star livin', I'm a flyer n***a, shout out to Philly King sh**, yo' b**h, she all up on all my dick I get crazy p**y, psychiatrist, all about my paper like journalist k**a flow, I earn this sh**, we ball for real like tournaments On the jet, no turbulence, straight flexin', I'm so bent No lie, no lie, said I ain't never told no lie Said f** you if you hate me, my real fans gon' ride Got my own shoe, clothing line, own label, who tryna sign? n***as tryna turn up, but don't overdose like Len Bias Hypocrites are all biased, I'll provide you a Jahova jireh I could bless you, no church attire, pray to God, I'll die tryin' What's a stone to a big Giant? What's fire if you can't ignite it? I'm fed up like FBI's, y'all n***as late, cut the peoples time, n***a…