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"Im Different"

Mustard on the beat, ho!
I'm different, yeah, I'm different (different)
I'm different, yeah, I'm different (different)
I'm different, yeah, I'm different (different)

[Verse: Tyga]
Lambo Aventador, spent half a million
Car wheezy, mixtape got no ceilings
Floss like a dentist, numb to a bitch, no filling
Lot of bad bitches and my niggas, forty tripping
OGs got old clips like Little Willie
Let the desk squeeze like fresh lemons
Old money but I need more like then me
Raw like Eddy, keep her side pics of me
Shit bang, you going dumb, I'm blowing Timmy (Ha!)
I don't drive no fucking Inifiniti
Pull up niggas clear the vicinity, killing your remedy
Hot like Atlanta be, shots niggas scrambling
All about my chips gambling, Mandalay Bay veteran
Bad bitch let her in, late night Letterman
Allergic to broke niggas, Claritin
Seven six ball hard, I was state traveling
Referee shots got haters like cuddling
Bar like I'm seventy, stay with the weather, '93
Gotta fly privat cause my niggas got felonies
Used to do beverly, now we shop overseas
P-p-pop that big bitches fit it in their ovaries
Damn, I love it when a bitch got her ass tatted
Said she just got it done, "don't pat it"
Both hands, left cheeks, now I'm left-handed
Ass so big, can't look at it
Can't look at it, whoop!
Can't look at it, whoop!
Make me bust fast like I'm trigger happy
She like when I talk shit like Bill O'Reilly
And I give her hard wood like a cabby
Cabin in the woods, all you niggas rapping scary
Feel my collab raw, Doctor Romanelli
Shirt off nigga feeling like Machiavelli
All my niggas going HAM, we don't need a deli
Uh! Ain't shit you could tell me (tell me)
Got 'em pissed off, R. Kelly (Kelly)
Bitches tell me sure like I'll be
All I do is win like Gwen, don't doubt me
Bitch took 22 years to get rich
Been in love twice, still screaming bitches ain't shit
Tryna keep my niggas out of jail, they always hitting licks
And I'm paid in full, niggas call me money-making Mitch (Ha!)
T-raw, got my nigga, Lady Santana, he'll prove a nigga
Eat quick cash like a fast food dinner
Niggas don't remember shit, they're gon' remember me

Ha! Cause I'm the shit, bitch!

[Thanks to Zippyturts for correcting these lyrics]

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