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And Tyga's:

Ha, One verse wouldn't hurt Ha, get tighter as the ghost of Mike rises Tight jeans, naw nigga, I don't get hyphy So you think you can dance in them fake nikes? Lock yo old ass down, lil Ryan icey I've been icey since minute maid made hi c's Telling me she Pisces Don't do signs do check signings Tyga Towmry, I'm what the power what the diamonds The fame will blind ya And bitch yeah I'm fucking blinded See no evil, be low than zeroes More funds to free throw House got the strip pole Leave your jeans at the door, girls with the speedos I'm grown, I don't do those New boys with new dough Other nigga's brunos Homeys with homos I'm young money, squat them GD copo I get the cheese after cheese, no nachos Tyga man tighter like vatos, {na, na, na, na}