Fight Night (Remix) Tyga (Ft. Migos)

[Intro:]
If you know me know this ain't my feng shui
Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume
Talking crazy, I pull up andele
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate

Public Service Announcement
Where all my rich niggas at man?
MIGO!

[Hook: Takeoff]
Broke niggas stand to the left
My rich niggas stand to the right
Lil' mamma, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!)
Im'a knock the pussy out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit with the right
Im'a knock the pussy out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
Im'a knock the pussy out like fight night

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Pack the pussy out, Pacquiao
Put a pussy in his place, throw it like a paper route
Pussy on a stand, my bitch'll never testify
We ain't never vibe, like the mag it's all blurred lines
Who the fuck wanted pussy? Punch you in your good eye
Go the all time, role with me then it's genocide
Poor bitches down to ride, big booty, tender lines
All whip, they never lies (?)
I pastor, I'm the reverend now
Young Jones, Spike Lee with this king shit
Tap the face, Mike Tyson, real Tyga in the crib
Shit, sitting on sixes, I started this king shit
This the motherfuckin' thanks I get? Bitch