D.G.I.F.U. lyrics

by

The Notorious B.I.G.


[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ha!
Y'all know me, still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these n*ggas
But I still keep sh*ttin' on n*ggas lowkey
(I don't) f*ck with you to the third degree
I keep it G, damn, G, you owe a three
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a n*gga profitly
All I do is get money, f*ck, and sleep
I should run for mayor
Been runnin' sh*t, you barely maintainin', b*tch
No, this ain't no, let's say, regular degular sh*t (Woo-ha, woo-ha)
Break a neck on some Busta sh*t
Souls of Mischief (A-Aw sh*t, aw sh*t)
I be on 'til infinity ('Finity)
Don't predict, b*tch, what I'm gon' do
'Cause chances are I've outdone you
And most of my so-called enemies
Spit your game, talk your sh*t
Grab your gat, call your clique
Ball so hard, I don't need the assist
I'm the best, I keep sayin' that sh*t
n*gga, you should too
If you knew what this game'll do to you
Look at bullsh*t that I been through
Just to drive through and sh*t on you
[Chorus: Tyga]
Don't get it f*cked up
Yesterday, was the freshest n*gga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin', bruh
In America
Don't get it f*cked up
n*ggas talkin' 'bout old sh*t
I pull up, they like, "Oh, sh*t"
Now look who's talkin', b*tch
Now look who's talkin', b*tch, yeah
Don't get it f*cked up
I do this sh*t for my—
D-Do this sh*t for my—
Do this sh*t for my loved ones
Don't get it f*cked up
I do this sh*t for my—
D-Do this sh*t for my—
I don't trust n*ggas, I only trust funds

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
This extended clip will make Buddha sh*t
Shawty comin' and pullin' up with them Hooter tits
Never use a n*gga, but she abuse the di*k
I lick the pus*y, let it air dry
We in a boat, n*gga, right off the coast
European or Caribbean
I'm sweatin' out my hair dye
So don't get it f*cked up
I got a handful of matches, f*ckin' with a bad b*tch
All my n*ggas is savages, better loc up
Damn, it's a tragedy, all of these casualties
Metal through his body, n*gga, check his anatomy, oh, sh*t
Why you pillow talkin'? That's ho sh*t
n*gga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me f*ckin' yo' b*tch
I can't lie, can't lie
I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side
I believe I can fly, I'm the sh*t now
Wanna be like Mike when I die
Step right up, can't name any n*gga that can f*ck with us
I'ma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers
All in your face, I'm bustin' nuts, ah!
[Chorus: Tyga, Tyga & Chris Brown]
Don't get it f*cked up
Yesterday, was the freshest n*gga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin', bruh
In America
Don't get it f*cked up
n*ggas talkin' 'bout old sh*t
I pull up, they like, "Oh, sh*t"
Now look who's talkin', b*tch
Now look who's talkin', b*tch, yeah
Don't get it f*cked up
I do this sh*t for my—
D-Do this sh*t for my—
Do this sh*t for my loved ones
Don't get it f*cked up
I do this sh*t for my—
D-Do this sh*t for my—
I don't trust n*ggas, I only trust funds

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Did y'all think I would let my dough freeze?
Ho, please
Better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to throw P's?
Who you think taught you to rap keys?
Dress Dries, Phillip Lim, SLP's
Like Snoop D-O-double G
n*gga, murder was the case, so motherf*ck the police
Y'all n*ggas soft like emojis, with the heart eyes
Y'all part skies, y'all cloud killers
We aimin' n*ggas, my soul is blacker than apartheid
We coupe n*ggas, you n*ggas ridin' four doors
Like Uber n*gga, we pilin' all of your whores
On the canopy, my stamina be
Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
My Katy Perry ain't afraid to carry
That sh*t you sniff, Taylor Swift
n*ggas talk, yet it remains a myth
I never seen it, they only dream it
They rap about it, do interviews
With they toy cars and they little jewels
[Chorus: Tyga, Tyga & Chris Brown]
Don't get it f*cked up
Yesterday, was the freshest n*gga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin', bruh
In America
Don't get it f*cked up
n*ggas talkin' 'bout old sh*t
I pull up, they like, "Oh, sh*t"
Now look who's talkin', b*tch
Now look who's talkin', b*tch, yeah
Don't get it f*cked up
I do this sh*t for my—
D-Do this sh*t for my—
Do this sh*t for my loved ones
Don't get it f*cked up
I do this sh*t for my—
D-Do this sh*t for my—
I don't trust n*ggas, I only trust funds
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