Tyga - Involved lyrics
Tyga [Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tyga - Involved lyrics]
What happens when you get involved?
Niggas start telling lies
(start telling lies) both wanna be involved
But loves like suicide
Now that your too involved
Infatuated to the high
Uhh took a deep breath
Inhaled this love in the air
Only just to find pain cause
It's all that I feel
Motherfuckers say they real
But they really ain't for real
I’ll show you who’s real
When you broke ain't a thrill
Got bills waiting on me
And it's drama in my ear
I wanna sit still, but I’m busy tryna live
Forgiving all my sins
Crucifixed now I’m fixed
Road to eternal bliss
Now they hate me like Chris, Rock on my arm
Gotta keep a piece of mine, hot cherry balm
Lip locking with a dime
I make bitches scream for me like I’m Lil Jon
Last king to flow, sweeter than a bon bon
Quick sand bitches running out of time
Got my shades on, I ain't waiting in the line
Whatever it is I’m on some better shit
All black barreta shit
Leather coat, leather mitts
I don't leave no finger prints, Eddie raw
Semi clips violence ain't for little kids
But I keep something cause these
Niggas wanna test me
Niggas on that ice like Gretzky
Montage chillin', life on a jet-ski
Haters left I like Leslie
Nigga ball hard, never been on ESPYS
But now you walk alone, no holding hands
Just wishing somebody could understand
No father figure, taught myself to be a man
Mama said keep God in all your plans
Let the sun shine keep your head high
Its always people after your
Spot, gotta stay high, gotta stay high
Don't let it stop, then ask yourself why?
Last king nigga ready for war
Jeep threw off the doors
New paint now the car reborn
And I’m flying overseas
Now my dollars is foreign
And the Bentley got wings now
The angels is calling
Uhh, the good son, Macaulay Culkin
Getting money til my last show
Word up to Oprah
The whips pull out like a leather sofa
Coolest nigga couldn’t hang with
Me like Mrcooper
Super duper, need a pooper scooper
I’m the shit cleaner than a white loofah
It’s Young Mula hustle like an oompa loompa
Young tutor teach you niggas how to do this
Shame on a hater, we on pop charts
So the bread pop up like pop tarts
Red coupe, hot sauce
Bitches getting locked jaw
Big titties top off, ass like Sasquatch
The rap star, highlights, player of the week
Gotta get five mics
Clever when I speak, motivation for your life
They under rating me, Mike verses AI
But I’ma get mine motherfucker
Sh-shootem' in the line motherfucker
Like hi motherfucker, head light from trucka
Like dear to a hunter
I’m aiming at something!
Niggas start telling lies
(start telling lies) both wanna be involved
But loves like suicide
Now that your too involved
Infatuated to the high
Uhh took a deep breath
Inhaled this love in the air
Only just to find pain cause
It's all that I feel
Motherfuckers say they real
But they really ain't for real
I’ll show you who’s real
When you broke ain't a thrill
Got bills waiting on me
And it's drama in my ear
I wanna sit still, but I’m busy tryna live
Forgiving all my sins
Crucifixed now I’m fixed
Road to eternal bliss
Now they hate me like Chris, Rock on my arm
Gotta keep a piece of mine, hot cherry balm
Lip locking with a dime
I make bitches scream for me like I’m Lil Jon
Last king to flow, sweeter than a bon bon
Quick sand bitches running out of time
Got my shades on, I ain't waiting in the line
Whatever it is I’m on some better shit
All black barreta shit
Leather coat, leather mitts
I don't leave no finger prints, Eddie raw
Semi clips violence ain't for little kids
But I keep something cause these
Niggas wanna test me
Niggas on that ice like Gretzky
Montage chillin', life on a jet-ski
Haters left I like Leslie
Nigga ball hard, never been on ESPYS
But now you walk alone, no holding hands
Just wishing somebody could understand
No father figure, taught myself to be a man
Mama said keep God in all your plans
Let the sun shine keep your head high
Its always people after your
Spot, gotta stay high, gotta stay high
Don't let it stop, then ask yourself why?
Last king nigga ready for war
Jeep threw off the doors
New paint now the car reborn
And I’m flying overseas
Now my dollars is foreign
And the Bentley got wings now
The angels is calling
Uhh, the good son, Macaulay Culkin
Getting money til my last show
Word up to Oprah
The whips pull out like a leather sofa
Coolest nigga couldn’t hang with
Me like Mrcooper
Super duper, need a pooper scooper
I’m the shit cleaner than a white loofah
It’s Young Mula hustle like an oompa loompa
Young tutor teach you niggas how to do this
Shame on a hater, we on pop charts
So the bread pop up like pop tarts
Red coupe, hot sauce
Bitches getting locked jaw
Big titties top off, ass like Sasquatch
The rap star, highlights, player of the week
Gotta get five mics
Clever when I speak, motivation for your life
They under rating me, Mike verses AI
But I’ma get mine motherfucker
Sh-shootem' in the line motherfucker
Like hi motherfucker, head light from trucka
Like dear to a hunter
I’m aiming at something!