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Tyga - Holla At Me

[Chris Brown:]
Uh, Boom, Boom
We ballin' in the room
Sweepin' up my competition
call me Mr. broom.
Knockin' niggaz over
call me bulldozer
one more drink for these *** and it's over.

cause I'm a strike that something like a cobra
I know she want my venom
but I ain't gon' leave it in her
and right after I get her,
she know she with a winner,
and we straight to the crib
I ain't takin' her to dinner,
(Chris brown laughs)
Nigga look @ my jewels
aviator shades I ain't lookin' @ you,
Ah chu, bless me twice,
be a rich nigga I be shitin' on your life

magazine covers, magnem rubbers
I mean magnum, I don't fuck with stragglers
niggaz want drama, Gangsta Grillz bastards
did you check the caption ? lights camera, action

Holla @ Me Boo, Holla @ Me Baby, (x3)
I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up (x2)

a nigga beat, beat
and shawty toot, toot,
blowin' out there brains
car need a new roof,
lookin' like a superstar when I roll through
and shawty I'm the truth
so mama what it do?
now let's ride out,
ain't no trippin'
when we dippin' to my hide-out,
big dipper cause you sippin' on my bottle
only f** with them A-listin' models,
now let's get it like ..
low fitted if you done it then I did it,
if you kick it, then I'm with it
we can do this ish all-night

your minute don't compare to my limit
when I'm in it and I get it
I'm a give it to you all night

I'm the shit, yeah I go hard
don't stand in lines nigga I Bogart
fat boy celebrity cause I'm so large
and don't need no battery
cause I'm in charge

Holla @ Me Boo, Holla @ Me Baby, (x3)
I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up (x2)

I'm hot mo'fucka, get a plate bitch
Don't say shit, get your face-lift
rose rich let the champagne drip,
niggas swag jack but this L.A. shit
get it back, give it back, ain't 'bout shit,
snap back them ain't even rare, where the tag @ ?,
wack-ass all up in my ear bitch bag back,
I bag bad bitches mo'fucka Kat Stacks,
(Tyga Laughs)
yellow nigga, no cabs
Got the phantom out, no mats,
get your camera out uh, one flash,
hot beams steady shot clap your ass,
Aww, T. raw I'm so ahh,
loc's on, chucks low, black beanie dog,
patron top wash straight from the liquor store,
I'm turnt up I can't feel my face .. so

Holla @ Me Boo, Holla @ Me Baby, (x3)
I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up (x2)

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