Young Chop - Love T-Raww lyrics

I don't f** with nobody, about me I don't f** with nobody, about me I don't f** with nobody, about me I don't f** with nobody, about me I don't f** with nobody… [Hook] These b**hes love T-Raww Hatin,' need machine guns All these n***as they broke boys And I push a Rolls Royce n***as they don't like me I heard n***as they don't like me Man these b**hes love T-Raww Only trust my Nina King sh** with my feet up k** a n***a with my song, but n***as they don't like me I heard n***as they don't like me Man these b**hes love T-Raww [Verse 1: Tyga] Ridin' ‘round no plates Schemin' tryin' to get paid Lookin' for a f** date Men lie, women lie But not the numbers I make Load up that Wild Boy Call it MGK Mind gone, don't f** with me Countin' dorms in the Middle East 38, Silence of the Lambs Hello Clarice My life need a DVD Bags of money like the Money Team Dress b**hes in all black You could call them BET These hoes in competition Competing for a seat in VIP These n***as claimin' they poppin' bottles They just holdin' that sparkle thing Wrist on, I had a dream Martin Luther I must've seen Mixtape, mix ya body with tape That's what that green'll bring [Hook] [Verse 2: Tyga] Off season, no time to play Night time, my time of day I hustle hard like Ace and Wayne Two shifts, I'mma need a raise Carpool, stay in your lane I'm blowin' up, that's propane These hoes want my last name No sitcom, this the House of Pain No I don't f** with nobody like celibates I ride alone, I die alone She give me head, that's Tylenol No dialogue, she play her part My life a movie, no script at all I darn say that I did it all, I did it all, so… [Hook]