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D.G.I.F.U. Song Lyrics
D.G.I.F.U. by Chris Brown [Verse 1: Tyga]
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep sh*ttin' on niggas lowkey
I don't f**k with you to the third degree
I keep a G, DMV, you owe a three
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profitly
All I do is get money, f**k, and sleep
I should run for mayor
Been runnin' sh*t, you barely maintainin', b**ch
No, this ain't no (?) sh*t
Break a neck on some Busta sh*t
(?) sh*t
I be on til infinity
Don't predict, b**ch, what I'm gonna 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 so I keep that sh*t
Nigga, you should too
If you knew what this game'll do to you
Look at bullsh*t that I've been through
This the drive through and sh*t on you
[Hook: Tyga]
Don't get it f**ked up
Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh
In America
Don't get it f**ked up
Niggas talkin' bout oh sh*t
I pull up like oh sh*t
Now look whose talkin', b**ch
Now look whose talkin', b**ch, yeah
Don't get it f**ked up
I do this sh*t for my, I do this sh*t for my
Do this sh*t for my loved ones
Don't get it f**ked up
I do this sh*t for my, I do this sh*t for my
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds nigga
[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 tips
Never use a nigga, but she abuse the dick
I let the pussy let the air drop
We in a boat, nigga, right off the coast
European or Caribbean, I'm sweatin' on hair dye
So don't get it f**ked up
I got a handful of matches, f**kin' with a bad b**ch
All my niggas is savages, better loc up
Damn ,it's a tragedy, all of these casualties
Metal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh sh*t
Why you pillow talkin'? That's ho sh*t
Nigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me f**king yo' b**ch
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 nigga that can f**k with us
I'mma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers
All in your face, I'm bustin' nuts
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Did ya'll 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 (?) Phillip Limb, SLP's
Like Snoop D-O-double G
Nigga murda was the case so motherf**k the police
Ya'll niggas soft like Emojis, with the heart eyes
Ya'll part skies, ya'll cloud killas
We aimin' niggas, my soldiers blacker than apartheid
We coupe niggas, you niggas riding four doors
Like Uber nigga, 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
Niggas 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
[Hook:]