Muh Fucka – English Lyrics

• By: Tyga
• Album: Hotel California

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

I'm so raw

Turn the oven on

Chef Papa John

I get the parmesan

She want a yellow nigga

Corn on the cob

Indian giver

Slob on my knob

The bitch blow hard

Harder than some hoes

Can't take 'em all

You be straight in the mall

I'm tooth paste gone

I never gon' call

Fly nigga

I don't wear it if it's in the mall

Seen it on the blogs

These motherfuckers cause

Eve Saint Laurant

You can tell by the fonts

I do what I want

Wake up when it's lunch

Walk like I'm drunk

Swag is so uh

Gold Yard trunk go around I got a bunch

Tell TSA bitch get off all my stuff

I wouldn't recommend you to ever check 'em in

I started with the end

So where do I begin?

I'm so raw

Turn the oven on

Chef Papa John

I get the parmesan

Pocket full of paper under age in casinos

You wanna see ID oh but I'm in a suite though

Hit my room key go room moving slow mo

Fans want a photo but it's my turn to roll

Hold up baby hold those you see I'm chilling dolo

Lens with a logo pinky ring frodo

I'm feeling myself no homo

Hoped up beat pour that mo' ro' ro ro rozo

You bozons couldn't speak when I'm on

You would need Rosetta Stone

All these niggas all clones we be original

Young Money seminal

Tribe full of generals don't ask me shit unless it's in a interview

Nigga unless it's in a interview