Tyga - I’m Done lyrics

Nigga I ain't even in the Club, hahahaha

Get'em Roll up on'em, In a Bentley Mothafucka
Go Realer or Go getter
Go get a Hoe Nigga, Betta Hold your's Nigga
I'm Sick, Throw Up Throw Up This Liquor
Mo Money I got it, Bitchex They Problems
That to me, yeah They Bout it
Master P, So Many Albums
Unreleased, Sh-Shit in my Closet
Louis Vuitton && Bloody Bottoms
Bitchex Spot'em, yeah I'm Stylin
T Tyga Prolly Fly, No Mileage
Cheah I put them Bitchex on it
(Ahh) California Man
Gold on my License Plate
Ladies Man Lady, I know wat them Bitchex Like
Little Mike, Mike && Ikes
Candy Colored Cup of Ice
Out of Site, Out of Mind
She qon' Spend tha Nite but
Don't Waste my Time
I'm 2 Miles Away from the Hollywood Sign
King of the Hill, Nigga don't Look Down
Party at Polo House Right Now
All these Bitchex on the Prow (Ahh)
Look at my Flow, Look at my Eyes
Tell me what you see, Don't Lie
Mothafukin G, R to the E, A to the T, E-S T
Last King, Look at my Ring
Tell that Bitch to get off my thing
My Girl in here && she off
That Drink I'm off that Mink fur, Murder
Swerve && Make the Jet Skii do a Hurtle
You's a Mothafuckin Turtle
Knock you down like Burtle Uhh
Straps on my Side like Urkel
Boy I'll Hurt ya, turn ya Face Purple
Nigga's wanna Talk, But ya Convo Worthless
These Converse yeah, All Black Chuckers
I'm dat Nigga (Yep) You jus a Nigga (Yep)
One Mo Year, yeah I'ma be Bigger
Don't Call me Tigger, Jack the Riper
RIP this Beat then I eat you for Dinner
(Ahhch!) i'M DONE!