| 作曲 : Tyga | |
| [Verse 1: Tyga] | |
| Shamed on, played on, mother****ing hated on | |
| Hated misery so I keep my company gone | |
| Six blondes, no bras, begging me to **** em raw | |
| Only with a rubber on, get served rawly raw | |
| Sick world living in, pissing in the whirlpool | |
| Last dollars on this coffee table, but i’m good | |
| Head to the sky, praying like Christ would | |
| It’s hard to level when all of us harvest from the ghetto | |
| You are fellows, get marshmellowed, your so sparrow | |
| Waking up on god’s green, bloody on your knees | |
| These malt liquor vendors sell it to you no ID | |
| These young niggers hot on pills down one degree | |
| My art speaks illustrated it on the beat | |
| If all fails at least I live with memories | |
| Judgement day, my only day of death | |
| So mother****er dont you test me, nigga | |
| [Hook: Tyga] | |
| I came rolled in a break | |
| Your a real hater I can see it on your face | |
| You don’t wanna do that | |
| Mother****er, you don’t wanna do that | |
| No, been hustling all my life | |
| I wanna do right, road to success only way to survive | |
| So I gotta do that, yeah I gotta do that | |
| Mother****er, let the angels sing | |
| Oh, oh, oh, do that | |
| Oh, oh, oh | |
| Let the angels sing | |
| Oh, oh, oh, do that | |
| Oh, oh, oh | |
| Apollyons theme | |
| [Verse 2: Tyga] | |
| Uh, how you say you innocent, illegitimate children | |
| Anger hurts, who feels it all this resentment | |
| **** em, middle finger never bent | |
| Only at the lord’s gates judging me to let me in | |
| It’s funny when these federal bills spent in from ceilings | |
| Since they figured it in back turns, no friends | |
| I’m only human fly as donatella 'sace | |
| We all die soon like gianni, no autopsy | |
| Hard body, funerals invite only | |
| Body eroded get you buried with black roses | |
| Time told by a rolly quarter on my arm | |
| Fifty thou, keep the Reaper blinded by your charm | |
| Get money like i’m Jewish | |
| Cheaper than the newest, all my girls indian style like buddhist | |
| Hands to their booties that’s my call of duty | |
| Mother****er toodles | |
| [Hook: Tyga] |
| zuo qu : Tyga | |
| Verse 1: Tyga | |
| Shamed on, played on, mother ing hated on | |
| Hated misery so I keep my company gone | |
| Six blondes, no bras, begging me to em raw | |
| Only with a rubber on, get served rawly raw | |
| Sick world living in, pissing in the whirlpool | |
| Last dollars on this coffee table, but i' m good | |
| Head to the sky, praying like Christ would | |
| It' s hard to level when all of us harvest from the ghetto | |
| You are fellows, get marshmellowed, your so sparrow | |
| Waking up on god' s green, bloody on your knees | |
| These malt liquor vendors sell it to you no ID | |
| These young niggers hot on pills down one degree | |
| My art speaks illustrated it on the beat | |
| If all fails at least I live with memories | |
| Judgement day, my only day of death | |
| So mother er dont you test me, nigga | |
| Hook: Tyga | |
| I came rolled in a break | |
| Your a real hater I can see it on your face | |
| You don' t wanna do that | |
| Mother er, you don' t wanna do that | |
| No, been hustling all my life | |
| I wanna do right, road to success only way to survive | |
| So I gotta do that, yeah I gotta do that | |
| Mother er, let the angels sing | |
| Oh, oh, oh, do that | |
| Oh, oh, oh | |
| Let the angels sing | |
| Oh, oh, oh, do that | |
| Oh, oh, oh | |
| Apollyons theme | |
| Verse 2: Tyga | |
| Uh, how you say you innocent, illegitimate children | |
| Anger hurts, who feels it all this resentment | |
| em, middle finger never bent | |
| Only at the lord' s gates judging me to let me in | |
| It' s funny when these federal bills spent in from ceilings | |
| Since they figured it in back turns, no friends | |
| I' m only human fly as donatella ' sace | |
| We all die soon like gianni, no autopsy | |
| Hard body, funerals invite only | |
| Body eroded get you buried with black roses | |
| Time told by a rolly quarter on my arm | |
| Fifty thou, keep the Reaper blinded by your charm | |
| Get money like i' m Jewish | |
| Cheaper than the newest, all my girls indian style like buddhist | |
| Hands to their booties that' s my call of duty | |
| Mother er toodles | |
| Hook: Tyga |
| zuò qǔ : Tyga | |
| Verse 1: Tyga | |
| Shamed on, played on, mother ing hated on | |
| Hated misery so I keep my company gone | |
| Six blondes, no bras, begging me to em raw | |
| Only with a rubber on, get served rawly raw | |
| Sick world living in, pissing in the whirlpool | |
| Last dollars on this coffee table, but i' m good | |
| Head to the sky, praying like Christ would | |
| It' s hard to level when all of us harvest from the ghetto | |
| You are fellows, get marshmellowed, your so sparrow | |
| Waking up on god' s green, bloody on your knees | |
| These malt liquor vendors sell it to you no ID | |
| These young niggers hot on pills down one degree | |
| My art speaks illustrated it on the beat | |
| If all fails at least I live with memories | |
| Judgement day, my only day of death | |
| So mother er dont you test me, nigga | |
| Hook: Tyga | |
| I came rolled in a break | |
| Your a real hater I can see it on your face | |
| You don' t wanna do that | |
| Mother er, you don' t wanna do that | |
| No, been hustling all my life | |
| I wanna do right, road to success only way to survive | |
| So I gotta do that, yeah I gotta do that | |
| Mother er, let the angels sing | |
| Oh, oh, oh, do that | |
| Oh, oh, oh | |
| Let the angels sing | |
| Oh, oh, oh, do that | |
| Oh, oh, oh | |
| Apollyons theme | |
| Verse 2: Tyga | |
| Uh, how you say you innocent, illegitimate children | |
| Anger hurts, who feels it all this resentment | |
| em, middle finger never bent | |
| Only at the lord' s gates judging me to let me in | |
| It' s funny when these federal bills spent in from ceilings | |
| Since they figured it in back turns, no friends | |
| I' m only human fly as donatella ' sace | |
| We all die soon like gianni, no autopsy | |
| Hard body, funerals invite only | |
| Body eroded get you buried with black roses | |
| Time told by a rolly quarter on my arm | |
| Fifty thou, keep the Reaper blinded by your charm | |
| Get money like i' m Jewish | |
| Cheaper than the newest, all my girls indian style like buddhist | |
| Hands to their booties that' s my call of duty | |
| Mother er toodles | |
| Hook: Tyga |
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