Tyga — Maybe

Bitch I'm the shit, B-Bitch I'm the shit Bitch I'm the shit, B-Bitch I'm the shit Bitch I'm the shit, B-Bitch I'm the shit Repeat it to yo' bitch, Tell yo' bitch I'm the shit I'm so dis-disrespectful Ask them bitches that you next to Prolly hit it if I met you I don't remember none of yall names This ain't legal in yo' state This that fire arm, that cherry balm I light in yo' face Mr. Edison, I put it on That jewelry in my safe, now yo' vison gone,my bad my dawg I'm sippin' on that case, Michael Kohrs on my face, so watch yo' step nigga What, you deaf nigga ? Don't you ever greet me with yo' fuckin' left nigga All, all tinted up I can spot you way quicker I'm in the fashion district Polo, fuck that Hilfiger Yeah Maybe you some bullshit And I talk that real shit I'm bout' to hit that kill switch And burn this bitch like chili I'm ill, and it's so evident I just threw my evidence In the crowd, I don't give a shit Too many people just got them tips I'm hoggin Slim, skinny nigga doe, ballin' Pay cash for the cashmere, Ralph Lauren, Carlton Your just a square in the office Arlis, I'mma need a agent I'm spalding Bi-Big donkey butt She could be my target I pinned the tail, I did it well, well done, so applaud me This beat got me joggin' Easy for a caveman I'm inline, you talkin' Cooler than my Ray-Bans Darker shades, rain man Get the cash, rain man Killa' J's, Space Jam The muthafuckin' Son of Sam Pull up in that all white ice box Hottest out the sweat shop Pull a bear, mink out Nigga I'm the muthafuckin' truth You ain't't notice what I do You don't do this how I do I be rollin', 3x2 That's that BM-Dub 6 Coupe Yeah I got that photoproof Photobooth, no photoshop Red beans, I'm super hot Wait till my album drops Nigga