Mutha****a (Xplicit Album Version)
Tyga - Mutha****a Up
YMCMB, rawest n*ggas doing it
School for the blind, I don’t see these n*ggas doing it
I’m doing it and doing it and doing it well
N*ggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail?
Hit you like a bully b*tch, yeah saved by the bell
If you scared, go to church I’ll see you in hell
And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails
Everybody fake so I got real for sale
Gunpowder fill the air
Rappers *******’ on theyself, you could smell the fear
And these b*tches laying flowers cause the king is near
T-Raw this is the new flavour in ya ear
N*ggas softer than baby hair
Why you acting tough, heard you work at Build-a-bear
I’m a a dealer all my girls come in deuce and pairs
I’m in the building I construct so light this mutha****er up
What the funk you beezy’s want
I’m ready to hump the car I call it ele-phunk
Trunk in the front
Man she give me good brain cause she feel dumb
I just keep going like the bunny till I feel numb
Yeah these b*tches want it
I put my man’s on it
That 110 Sup’, that Ferrari California
N*ggas want beef, call me Tony Romo
You potatoes on the sofa
Lazy mutha****as why you ain't even trying
Rich or die trying, why you n*ggas ain't died yet?
Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly ****
And I’m with the business skip peon with a ty clip
Stay on the flight yeah I’ma trip
Probably up in Paradise chillin’ like Parliaments
Flow got a boner, you could say I’m on some harder ****
Bout to make the speaker buss’
Crank this mutha****a up
Okay, really I get money
I get money like a b*tch
She ain't goin’ nowhere but I swear that b*tch a trip
You see how the diamonds get to dancing
Yeah, ya money short, get some pants and ****
I be with a n*gga with a big ol’ ****
Yeah I like them b***s you be shooting them bricks
**** you in the game for?
B*tch we up three sippin’ this game four
Tell ‘em listen, couple bad b*tches’s
Out in Kingston kicking up bricks and ****
Intervention b*tch I pay ya pension
Oh you say what? I don’t pay attention
Yeah these n*ggas want it
I put my b*tches on it
You know the tattoo’s got Nicki initials on it
I put the ***** on ‘em, cook ‘em a pot roast
Then pull off in the Ghost
B*tch I do the most
What the funk you beezy’s want?
It ain't your turn, better have my money
Friday like Big worm
Can’t see you n*ggas, you like a little germ
B*tches know I’m excellent like Mr Burns
See my d*ck like Butter churn
Baby churn and ya girl with me fo’ sure
That ain't your concern
She forgot about her other man, she will never learn
On a mic till I die, RIP chick huh
Yessir, colder than the Pitt**urgh?
Winter fresher than a Will Smith T-S*irt
These spurts coming through Last King and a hearse
Ask later, shoot first, got shooters like dirt
When it hurts leave you losers bruised up
Bruce Lee nunchucks
Toe from the floor up though
Duck, rubber duck now you like oh shucks
Tell the neighbours I don’t give a ****
Crank this mutha****a up
Mutha****a (Xplicit Album Version)LRC歌词
[00:00.00]Tyga - Mutha****a Up
[00:01.84]
[00:14.84]YMCMB, rawest n*ggas doing it
[00:17.71]School for the blind, I don’t see these n*ggas doing it
[00:20.25]I’m doing it and doing it and doing it well
[00:22.45]N*ggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail?
[00:25.18]Hit you like a bully b*tch, yeah saved by the bell
[00:27.75]If you scared, go to church I’ll see you in hell
[00:30.30]And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails
[00:32.85]Everybody fake so I got real for sale
[00:35.46]Gunpowder fill the air
[00:37.26]Rappers *******’ on theyself, you could smell the fear
[00:40.74]And these b*tches laying flowers cause the king is near
[00:43.29]T-Raw this is the new flavour in ya ear
[00:46.02]N*ggas softer than baby hair
[00:48.47]Why you acting tough, heard you work at Build-a-bear
[00:51.08]I’m a a dealer all my girls come in deuce and pairs
[00:53.67]I’m in the building I construct so light this mutha****er up
[00:56.81]What the funk you beezy’s want
[00:58.70]I’m ready to hump the car I call it ele-phunk
[01:01.21]Trunk in the front
[01:02.37]Man she give me good brain cause she feel dumb
[01:04.66]I just keep going like the bunny till I feel numb
[01:06.84]Yeah these b*tches want it
[01:08.74]I put my man’s on it
[01:09.57]That 110 Sup’, that Ferrari California
[01:12.12]N*ggas want beef, call me Tony Romo
[01:14.86]You potatoes on the sofa
[01:16.63]Lazy mutha****as why you ain't even trying
[01:20.26]Rich or die trying, why you n*ggas ain't died yet?
[01:22.90]Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly ****
[01:25.26]And I’m with the business skip peon with a ty clip
[01:28.04]Stay on the flight yeah I’ma trip
[01:30.76]Probably up in Paradise chillin’ like Parliaments
[01:33.20]Flow got a boner, you could say I’m on some harder ****
[01:36.36]Bout to make the speaker buss’
[01:37.51]
[01:39.50]Crank this mutha****a up
[01:45.57]
[01:48.50]Okay, really I get money
[01:49.79]I get money like a b*tch
[01:51.37]She ain't goin’ nowhere but I swear that b*tch a trip
[01:54.10]You see how the diamonds get to dancing
[01:56.73]Yeah, ya money short, get some pants and ****
[01:59.95]I be with a n*gga with a big ol’ ****
[02:01.88]Yeah I like them b***s you be shooting them bricks
[02:05.20]**** you in the game for?
[02:07.09]B*tch we up three sippin’ this game four
[02:09.37]Tell ‘em listen, couple bad b*tches’s
[02:11.94]Out in Kingston kicking up bricks and ****
[02:14.74]Intervention b*tch I pay ya pension
[02:17.06]Oh you say what? I don’t pay attention
[02:19.74]Yeah these n*ggas want it
[02:21.36]I put my b*tches on it
[02:22.62]You know the tattoo’s got Nicki initials on it
[02:25.15]I put the ***** on ‘em, cook ‘em a pot roast
[02:27.70]Then pull off in the Ghost
[02:29.07]B*tch I do the most
[02:30.16]
[02:30.74]What the funk you beezy’s want?
[02:32.59]It ain't your turn, better have my money
[02:34.19]Friday like Big worm
[02:35.90]Can’t see you n*ggas, you like a little germ
[02:38.56]B*tches know I’m excellent like Mr Burns
[02:41.25]See my d*ck like Butter churn
[02:43.19]Baby churn and ya girl with me fo’ sure
[02:45.18]That ain't your concern
[02:46.42]She forgot about her other man, she will never learn
[02:48.92]On a mic till I die, RIP chick huh
[02:51.53]Yessir, colder than the Pitt**urgh?
[02:53.76]Winter fresher than a Will Smith T-S*irt
[02:56.34]These spurts coming through Last King and a hearse
[02:59.07]Ask later, shoot first, got shooters like dirt
[03:01.52]When it hurts leave you losers bruised up
[03:04.13]Bruce Lee nunchucks
[03:05.63]Toe from the floor up though
[03:06.97]Duck, rubber duck now you like oh shucks
[03:09.42]Tell the neighbours I don’t give a ****
[03:12.24]
[03:13.72]Crank this mutha****a up
[03:35.73]
