I’m Done lyrics

[Intro-Tyga]: How you gon' hate on me in the Club?
n*gga I ain't even in the Club, Hahahaha

[1st Verse-Tyga]: (We-Well Done) Ha! Killin n*gga's, Last Kings
Get'em Roll up on'em, In a Bentley Mothaf*cka
Go Realer or Go getter
Go get a Hoe n*gga, Betta Hold your's n*gga
I'm Sick, Throw Up-Throw Up This Liquor
Mo Money I got it, b*tchex They Problems
That to me, Yeah They Bout it
Master P., So Many Albums
Unreleased, Sh-sh*t in my Closet
Louis Vuitton && Bloody Bottoms
b*tchex Spot'em, Yeah I'm Stylin
T-Tyga Prolly Fly, No Mileage
Cheah I put them b*tchex on it
(Ahh!) California Man, Gold on my License Plate
Ladies Man Lady, I know wat them b*tchex Like
Little Mike, Mike && Ikes, Candy Colored Cup of Ice
Out of Site, Out of Mind, She qon' Spend tha Nite but don't Waste my Time
I'm 2 Miles Away from the Hollywood Sign
King of the Hill, n*gga don't Look Down
Party at Polo House Right Now
All these b*tchex on the Prow. (Ahh)
Look at my Flow, Look at my Eyes
Tell me what you see, Don't Lie
Mothafukin G, R to the E, A to the T, E-S-T
Last King, Look at my Ring
Tell that b*tch to get off my thing
My Girl in here && she off that Drink I'm off that Mink
Fur, Murder, Swerve && Make the Jet Skii do a Hurtle
You's a Mothaf*ckin Turtle, Knock you down like Burtle Uhh
Straps on my Side like Urkel, Boy I'll Hurt ya, Turn ya Face Purple
n*gga's wanna Talk, But ya Convo Worthless
These Converse Yeah, All Black Chuckers
I'm dat n*gga, (Yep) You jus a n*gga. (Yep)
One Mo Year, Yeah I'ma be Bigger
Don't Call me Tigger, Jack the Riper
RIP this Beat then I eat you for Dinner
(Ahhch!!)
I'M DONE!