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Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson (born November 19, 1989), better known by his stage name Tyga (an acronym for Thank You God Always), is an American rapper signed to Young Money Entertainment, Cash Money Records and Universal Republic Records. He first received recognition with his debut single "Coconut Juice", featuring his cousin Travie McCoy. Since then he has signed to Young Money and released his major label debut Careless World: Rise of the Last King. The album included the chart topping singles "Faded", "Far Away" and "Make It Nasty". He plans to release his third studio album in March of 2013 entitled "Hotel California". more »

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OK man are you ready to go?
I'm ready to go
Now come on now, crank this motherfucker up

Aha
Young Money

YMCMB, rawest niggas doing it
School for the blind, I don't see these niggas doing it
I'm doing it and doing it and doing it well
Niggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail?
Beat you like a bully bitch, get 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 shittin' on theyself, you could smell the fear
And these bitches laying flowers 'cause the king is near
T-Raw this is the new flavor in your ear
Niggas softer than baby hair
Why you acting tough, heard you work at Build-A-Bear
I'm a dealer, all my girls come in deuce and pairs
I'm in the building I construct so (crank this motherfucker up)
What the funk you beezy's want?
I'm ready to hump the car I call it ele-phunk
The trunk in the front
Man she give me good brain 'til she feel dumb
I just keep going like the bunny 'til I feel numb
Yeah these bitches want it
I put my man's on it
That 110 Sup', and that Ferrari California
Niggas want beef, call me Tony Romo
You potatoes on the sofa
Lazy motherfuckers, why you ain't even try yet?
Rich or die trying, why you niggas ain't died yet?
Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly shit
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 shit
'Bout to make the speaker buss'

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Cr-crank this motherfucker up
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Okay, really I get money
I get money like a bitch
She ain't going nowhere, but I swear that bitch a trip
You see how them diamonds get to dancing, ay
Yeah, your money short, get some pants and shit
I be with a nigga with a big ol' dick
Yeah I like them balls you be shooting them bricks
F*ck you in the game for?
Bitch we up three-zip and it's Game 4
Tell 'em listen, couple bad bitches's
Out in Kingston kicking up bricks and shit
Intervention bitch I pay ya pension
Oh you say what? I don't pay attention
Yeah these niggas want it
I put my bitches on it
You know the tattoos got Nicki initials on it
I put the pussy on 'em, cook 'em a pot roast
Then pull off in the Ghost
Bitch 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 niggas, you like a little germ
Bitches know I'm excellent like Mr. Burns
Treat my dick like butter churn
Baby churn and your girl with me for sure
That ain't your concern
She forgot about her man, she will never learn
On a mic 'til I die, RIP Chick Hearn
Yessir, colder than the Pittsburgh winter
Fresher than a Will Smith t-shirt
Disperse, coming through Last King and a hearse
Ask later, shoot first, got shooters like Dirk
When it hurts leave you losers bruised up
Bruce Lee nunchucks
Tore from the floor up
Don't duck, rubber duck now you like oh shucks
Tell the neighbors I don't give a f*ck

Crank this motherfucker up
Cr-crank this motherfucker up
Crank-cr-crank this motherfucker up
Crank-cr-crank-cr-crank this motherfucker up
Crank this motherfucker up

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