Tyga - Day One Lyrics
(Verse)500 grand, eat lobster tailsHope the niggas got what for saleSo much money, no fingernailsWhite body, engine and a tailChrome lips, V12Kiss the king but don’t kiss and tellSo many rings, need a Jordan dealT-Raw’s, it’s ain’t all for saleJust bought a swiss accountHunneds stay the same at this amountLK, show you what that’s aboutHard to check a nigga when the checks that bounce***** around, drop out of classMade millions now, my teacher madShe need a job and I give her thatYoung nigga with big stacksBuy my style and ain’t gave it backHow you think brought you the raw rap?How you think taught you the phantom rap?Gold plates, I’m reflectin thatEvery day my birthday, nigga LA my birthplaceThis ain’t a race but I’m first placeI never *****ed with you in the first placeWe on a different pace, nigga so longI ain’t the nigga you could hold onRide the wave or just float onGet off my back, I’m tryna lead onAlways home when the heat’s onWhen it’s cold shoulders niggas be goneNiggas be gone(Hook 1) (x2)I’m still the same nigga, same *****es we knowNo difference, been me since day oneReal nigga since day oneCuz I ain’t promised day twoTalkin bout what I’m going throughBut who the ***** aksed you?(Bridge)Aksed you, aksed you,Aksed you, aksed you,Aksed you, aksed you,But who the ***** aksed you?(Hook 2)Who dat be? Who dat be?Who dat be? That’s me *****Who dat be? Who dat be?Who dat be? That’s me *****Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the lineI murder them mother*****ers every timeNiggas wanna talk, don’t cross the lineI murder them mother*****ers every time(Verse)It’s a thin line between love and hateA thin line between real and fakeKeep a nigga based on shape, ass shakeShe gon make it clap, vibrateGive me room, 50 feet, all in my spaceI’m the one you face and don’t hesitateSee me layin on yo back, man eat this shell like it’s Pac maneDo it under one tape, what you say?T-Raw to blame, T-Raw to blameGot a piggy bank, pretty model sittin next to me – that’s accessoryDon’t be sassin meHow do you have the audacity?When a verse gotta bring cash to meI be gassin me, you wanna crash on me?Have yo head where yo feet should beLaid out in yo living room, murder you then watch it on TVAin’t no breaking me, breaking news that’s meHeadline, we can go head upLike Greenbay Packer, hell lit, hell yeaHe a crazy ape man, I’m turnt up to ten***** with me, commence and repentMill to the kingCame from the block, little hardknockLock it up, pull me in a cell block, I can make itYou ain’t made shit, you complainin (stop complainin)(Hook 2) (x2)Who dat be? Who dat be?Who dat be? That’s me *****Who dat be? Who dat be?Who dat be? That’s me *****Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the lineI murder them mother*****ers every timeNiggas wanna talk, don’t cross the lineI murder them mother*****ers every time
