Shine (ZEZE Freestyle) lyrics

by

Tyga


[Intro: Swae Lee]
Yeah
D.a. got that dope
Go

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
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 (Ohh)
Yo, dressed down in this b*tch, woah
Takin' bad b*tches home wit' me (Ooh)
Give a damn about receipts, oh (Ooh)
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 n*ggas like we always do (Ooh)

[Verse 1: Tyga]
(Hah)
I done seen rap n*ggas (Yeah)
Come and dap n*ggas (Yeah)
Turn they back on ya, now they wanna rap with ya (Damn)
Ten years in the race, I done overlapped n*ggas (Pew)
Platinum in my ring, I done sold plaques, n*gga (Damn)
Takin' shots at a beast had to come attack n*ggas (Hah)
Treat you like my son, I don't need a babysitter (Nope)
I reinvent the rhythm, n*ggas wanna reconsider (Bah)
Fallin' in the bank, I'll be gone 'til November (Fume)
Take a famous b*tch, then I turn her to a sinner (Freak)
Bad b*tches only, tell them n*ggas, "Do not enter" (Nope)
I pack pack, puttin' the b*tches in a sprinter (Yeah)
I switch flow, switch whip into Aventa' (Fume)
I eat this beat like a TV dinner (Uhm)
On your TV, don't fall asleep on a n*gga (Yeah)
I'm swimming in this money, R.I.P. Mac Miller (Damn)
And I'm loyal to my soul, I'm a Hometown Hero
[Bridge: Tyga & Swae Lee]
Where ya bread at? (Bread at)
Where ya bread at? (Bread at)
Where ya crib? Where ya muhf*ckin' bed at? (Bed at)
Is that your best friend (Best friend), can I smash that? (Smash that)
Where the smoke? Where the liquor? Where your n*ggas at? (n*ggas at, woah)
Where ya bread at? (Bread at)
Where ya bread at? (Bread at)
Where ya crib? Where ya muhf*ckin' bed at? (Bed at)
Is that your best friend, can I smash that? (Smash that)
Where the smoke? Where the liquor? Where your n*ggas at? (n*ggas at)

[Verse 2: Tyga & Swae Lee]
I'm gettin' hella racks (Yeah)
Aye, aye, I'm throwin' racks on her muhf*ckin' ratchet ass (Rack, rack, rack, rack it up, rack it up)
Aye, I ain't got no game, baby I just talk big facts (Big facts, big facts, aye, yeah, oh sh*t )
Aye, throw some cheese in the corner, turn that b*tch 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

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
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 (Ohh)
Yo, dressed down in this b*tch, woah
Takin' bad b*tches home wit' me (Ooh)
Give a damn about receipts, oh (Ooh)
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 n*ggas like we always do (Ooh)
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