Shine
Swae Lee, Tyga
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Yeah D.A. got that dope! (Go) you already know (you already) My protocol (oh) I wouldn't say they greedy, but they come back for more (more) Superstar status, baby, hold the applause (yeah, superstar status) My life a movie, baby, you're in this episode (oh) Yo, dressed down in this bitch, woah Takin' bad bitches home wit' me (oh) Give a damn about receipts, oh (oh) Spend it all, watch it blow away Take a dose, don't misuse it, pop fifteen, make her dreams come true (ay) All my cash come blue, shine on these niggas like we always do (oh) (hah) I done seen rap niggas, come and dap niggas (yeah) Turn they back on ya, now they wanna rap with you Ten years in the race, I done overlapped niggas Platinum in my ring, I done sold plaques, nigga Takin' shots at a beast had to come attack niggas (hah) Treat you like my son, I don't need a babysitter I reinvent the rhythm, niggas wanna reconsider (bah) Fallin' in the bank, I'll be gone 'til November (fume) Take a famous bitch, then I turn her to a sinner (freak) Bad bitches only, tell them niggas, "do not enter" (nope) I pack pack, puttin' the bitches in a sprinter (yeah) I switch flow, switch whip into Aventa' I eat this beat like a TV dinner On your TV, don't fall asleep on a nigga I'm swimming in this money, R.I.P. Mac Miller And I'm loyal to my soul, I'm a Hometown Hero Where ya bread at? (Bread at) Where ya bread at? (Bread at) Where ya crib? Where ya muhfuckin' bed at? (Bed at) Is that your best friend, can I smash that? (Smash that) Where the smoke? Where the liquor? Where your niggas at? (Niggas at) Where ya bread at? (Bread at) Where ya bread at? (Bread at) Where ya crib? Where ya muhfuckin' bed at? (Bed at) Is that your best friend, can I smash that? (Smash that) Where the smoke? Where the liquor? Where your niggas at? (Niggas at) I'm gettin' hella racks (yeah) aye, aye I'm throwin' racks on her muhfuckin' ratchet ass (rack, rack, rack it up) Aye, I ain't got no game, baby, I just talk big facts (big facts, big facts, aye, yeah oh shit) Aye, throw some cheese in the corner, turn that bitch to a hood rat (she a hood rat, she a hood rat) I don't love 'em, I don't cuff 'em, I just f*ck 'em, hope you cool with that I hope you cool, baby, yeah (I hope you cool) I don't love 'em, I don't cuff 'em, I just f*ck 'em, hope you cool with that You already know (you already) My protocol (oh) I wouldn't say they greedy, but they come back for more (more) Superstar status, baby, hold the applause (yeah, superstar status) My life a movie, baby, you're in this episode (oh) Yo, dressed down in this bitch, woah Takin' bad bitches home wit' me (oh) Give a damn about receipts, oh (oh) Spend it all, watch it blow away Take a dose, don't misuse it Pop fifteen, make her dreams come true (ayy) All my cash come blue Shine on these niggas like we always do (oh)
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