Tyga - Shine (ZEZE Freestyle) lyrics

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Tyga - Shine (ZEZE Freestyle) lyrics

[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**h, woah Takin' bad b**hes 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***as like we always do (Ooh) [Verse: Tyga] (Hah) I done seen rap n***as, come and dap n***as (Yeah) Turn they back on ya, now they wanna rap with you Ten years in the race, I done overlapped n***as Platinum in my ring, I done sold plaques, n***a Takin' shots at a beast had to come attack n***as (Hah) Treat you like my son, I don't need a babysitter I reinvent the rhythm, n***as wanna reconsider (Bah) Fallin' in the bank, I'll be gone 'til November (Fume) Take a famous b**h, then I turn her to a sinner (Freak) Bad b**hes only, tell them n***as, "Do not enter" (Nope) I pack pack, puttin' the b**hes in a sprinter (Yeah) I switch flow, switch whip into Aventa' I eat this beat like a TV dinner On your TV, don't fall asleep on a n***a I'm swimming in this money, R.I.P. Mac Miller 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**in' bed at? (bed at) Is that your best friend, can I smash that? (smash that ) Where the smoke? Where the liquor? Where your n***as at? (n***as at ) Where ya bread at? (Bread at ) Where ya bread at? (Bread at) Where ya crib? Where ya muhf**in' bed at? (bed at) Is that your best friend, can I smash that? (smash that) Where the smoke? Where the liquor? Where your n***as at? (n***as at) [Break: Tyga & Swae Lee] I'm gettin' hella racks (Yeah) Aye, aye, I'm throwin' racks on her muhf**in' ratchet a** (Rack, rack, rack, rack, rack it up) Aye, baby, I ain't got no game, I just talk big facts (Big facts, big facts, aye, yeah oh sh** ) Aye, throw some cheese in the corner, turn that b**h 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** '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** '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**h, woah Takin' bad b**hes 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***as like we always do (Ooh)

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