Tyga, T-Pain — Celebration

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[Hook: T-Pain]
I ain’t gotta do nothing, I ain’t gotta say shit,
Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up, it’s a fucking celebration!
Yeah! Everything is alright, I propose a toast to the greatest,
You be get up on this fly shit, baby,
It’s a fucking celebration, bitches!

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ballin’ in this bitch ‘cause I’m better,
Models at my table when they down for whatever.
It’s a cold world so it’s heat in my leather,

We gonna make it rain, we ain’t tripping off the weather.
Birthday suit removed, your negligee,
Baby, baby, let me put you on game,
I got that crazy crazy eye drive you insane,
Every play tint shades, make these n**gas know my name.
T-Raw, young star, Ringo,
Shining hard every second, don’t blink, ho!
If you ain’t sipping, and you tripping better drink more.
Too many dicks on the field, trying to get yours,
What your home girl? Don’t know?
Won’t hurt her, so girl let go.
They say, they ain’t tricking n**ga, got it?
But we ain’t tricking anything and we got it, so…

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Fly, fly, n**gas, do fly thangs
Overseas. I can put you on my dream team,
High king, Tygalajuwan, two rings. Yeah, we on one!
We ain’t never done, it’s small fun when you living how we living.
Big living room, beautiful women,
Baby, take your shoes off, she just trying to kick it.
Gone down town now, she gonna let me kiss it,
So good, yep, yep, Young Money and we all good.
All my homies in this thang wish a n**ga would
If a n**ga could, I don’t think he should.
Getting money, rocking clubs like T. Woods,
Bright lights like we living in the sky,
Everybody put your hands high!
It ain’t tricking, if you got it,
But we ain’t tricking anything and we got it, so…

[Hook: x2]