Video Dgifu de Eminem 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Eminem - Dgifu Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ha!
Y'all know me, still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
(I don't) Fuck with you to the third degree
I keep it G, damn, G, you owe a three
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profitly
All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep
I should run for mayor
Been runnin' shit, you barely maintainin', bitch
No, this ain't no, let's say, regular degular shit (Woo-ha, woo-ha)
Break a neck on some Busta shit
Souls of Mischief (A-Aw shit, aw shit)
I be on 'til infinity ('Finity)
Don't predict, bitch, what I'm gon' do
'Cause chances are I've outdone you
And most of my so-called enemies
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your clique
Ball so hard, I don't need the assist
I'm the best, I keep sayin' that shit
Nigga, you should too
If you knew what this game'll do to you
Look at bullshit that I been through
Just to drive through and shit on you
[Chorus: Tyga]
Don't get it fucked up
Yesterday, was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin', bruh
In America
Don't get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' 'bout old shit
I pull up, they like, "Oh, shit"
Now look who's talkin', bitch
Now look who's talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my—
D-Do this shit for my—
Do this shit for my loved ones
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my—
D-Do this shit for my—
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
This extended clip will make Buddha shit
Shawty comin' and pullin' up with them Hooter tits
Never use a nigga, but she abuse the dick
I lick the pussy, let it air dry
We in a boat, nigga, right off the coast
European or Caribbean
I'm sweatin' out my hair dye
So don't get it fucked up
I got a handful of matches, fuckin' with a bad bitch
All my niggas is savages, better loc up
Damn, it's a tragedy, all of these casualties
Metal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh, shit
Why you pillow talkin'? That's ho shit
Nigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me fuckin' yo' bitch
I can't lie, can't lie
I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side
I believe I can fly, I'm the shit now
Wanna be like Mike when I die
Step right up, can't name any nigga that can fuck with us
I'ma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers
All in your face, I'm bustin' nuts, ah!
[Chorus: Tyga, Tyga & Chris Brown]
Don't get it fucked up
Yesterday, was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin', bruh
In America
Don't get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' 'bout old shit
I pull up, they like, "Oh, shit"
Now look who's talkin', bitch
Now look who's talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my—
D-Do this shit for my—
Do this shit for my loved ones
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my—
D-Do this shit for my—
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Did y'all think I would let my dough freeze?
Ho, please
Better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to throw P's?
Who you think taught you to rap keys?
Dress Dries, Phillip Lim, SLP's
Like Snoop D-O-double G
Nigga, murder was the case, so motherfuck the police
Y'all niggas soft like emojis, with the heart eyes
Y'all part skies, y'all cloud killers
We aimin' niggas, my soul is blacker than apartheid
We coupe niggas, you niggas ridin' four doors
Like Uber nigga, we pilin' all of your whores
On the canopy, my stamina be
Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
My Katy Perry ain't afraid to carry
That shit you sniff, Taylor Swift
Niggas talk, yet it remains a myth
I never seen it, they only dream it
They rap about it, do interviews
With they toy cars and they little jewels
[Chorus: Tyga, Tyga & Chris Brown]
Don't get it fucked up
Yesterday, was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin', bruh
In America
Don't get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' 'bout old shit
I pull up, they like, "Oh, shit"
Now look who's talkin', bitch
Now look who's talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my—
D-Do this shit for my—
Do this shit for my loved ones
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my—
D-Do this shit for my—
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds