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letra de fight night (remix) - tyga

[intro:]
if you know me know this ain’t my feng shui
certified everywhere, ain’t gotta print my resume
talking crazy, i pull up andele
r.i.p to nate dogg, i had to regulate

public service announcement
where all my rich n-ggas at man?
migo!

[hook: takeoff]
broke n-ggas stand to the left
my rich n-ggas stand to the right
lil’ mamma, she keep looking at me (lil’ mama!)
im’a knock the p-ssy out like fight night
hit it with the left, hit with the right
im’a knock the p-ssy out like fight night
beat it with the left, beat it with the right
im’a knock the p-ssy out like fight night

[verse 1: tyga]
pack the p-ssy out, pacquiao
put a p-ssy in his place, throw it like a paper route
p-ssy on a stand, my b-tch’ll never testify
we ain’t never vibe, like the mag it’s all blurred lines
who the f-ck wanted p-ssy? punch you in your good eye
go the all time, role with me then it’s genocide
poor b-tches down to ride, big booty, tender lines
all whip, they never lies (?)
i pastor, i’m the reverend now
young jones, spike lee with this king sh-t
tap the face, mike tyson, real tyga in the crib
sh-t, sitting on sixes, i started this king sh-t
this the motherf-ckin’ thanks i get? b-tch

[hook:]

[bridge:]
if you know me know this ain’t my feng shui
certified everywhere, ain’t gotta print my resume
talking crazy, i pull up andele
r.i.p to nate dogg, i had to regulate

[verse 2: takeoff]
if you know me know this ain’t my feng shui
certified everywhere, ain’t gotta print my resume
talking crazy, i pull up andele
r.i.p to nate dogg, i had to regulate
pocket rocket fire, watch him disintegrate
it’s a truckload coming on the interstate
sirloin steak all on my dinner plate
your main b-tch say she wanna make a s-x tape
rich n-gga, i could never be a broke n-gga (rich n-gga)
broke n-ggas i can never get along with them!
always been hated since a little n-gga (always)
it’s forever p-ssy n-gga gotta deal with it (rich n-gga!)

[hook:]

[verse 3: quavo]
float like a b-tterly, sting like a bee
rumble young n-gga rumble!
lil’ mamma want a n-gga like me in the sheets
ice cube knock it out like deebo
now who’s that talking that gangsta sh-t?
somebody gonna kick your -ss
when i walk up in the club i better make a thunderstorm
let them know that this a whole lot of cash
rich n-ggas on the right all night (rich n-gga)
broke n-ggas to the left by yourself (brokanese)
now who the h-ll just said that the roof on fire?
call 911 like wyclef

[hook:]

- tyga

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