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Tyga - Antibody Lyrics



Tyga - Antibody Lyrics
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[ Featuring DJ Drama ]

(Well Done Fever)
Enrgy made this one
Ayy, ayy, ayy, bitch
T-Raww (ayy, hah)
Well Done, motherf*cker
DJ Drama (yeah)

How 'bout I dance in the pussy, hit the runnin' man (runnin' man)
I cum on her pussy f*ckin' up her spray tan (spray tan)
I work and sweat the pussy out, need a head band (head band)
I'm goin' T-Raww, skinny nigga, big bands
Happy birthday bitch, I'm the cake man (ayy)
Don't give that good pussy away to a waste man (Ayy)
Back-back that ass up, I got ten bands (yeah)
Ooh, she f*ck a boss, not a middle man (hah)
Need a thirty-inch weave with the ass fat (bitch)
Acrylic on her nails, keep that body in tact (yeah)
Light skin but I f*ck her when it's pitch black
She gon' make her old nigga have a heart attack
Bombs over Baghdad in the strip club
In Miami at 11, man, they show me love (yeah)
In the corner with a Instagram modeler
Twenty thousand ones, DJ hit the red alert (woo)

I don't f*ck with bitch with weak body (no)
I need ass and tits on Bugatti (yeah)
Good girl, when she drunk she's super thotty (yeah)
"Bitch, where your mask?" she said she antibody (bitch)

Wipe off your lips, stop kissin' everybody (bitch)
Shake that ass like Megan, you a hottie (hah)
She work the stick like the Energizer bunny (work it)
I never met a bitch that never wants some money
Ayy dog look at me, I'm the shit, you a flea
Dog I eat my competition like pedigree
Green beans, collard greens, mac and cheese
You ever met a nigga with a soul like me? (Yeah)
High priest, bow down, pray to me (me)
She playin' with my balls like it's tennis, like it's Wii (wee)
Rough like Eve (Ruff Ryder), snake lowkey (Gangsta)
Foreign bitch, foreign stamps, foreign keys (yeah)
I go super hyphy-hyph, keep this neat
Told my old bitch that I'd never leave
But I found out I'm more in love with me
Ayy, ayy, pack the pussy up
Champagne cork, pop the pussy up (yeah)
Bear hug on the pussy, show the pussy love (yeah)
All the women in my section when I'm in the club

I can't f*ck with bitch with weak body (no)
I need ass and tits on Bugatti (yeah)
Good girl, she get drunk, get super thotty (yeah)
"Bitch, where your mask?" she said she antibody (bitch, hahaha)

We ain't get this far by accident (Well Done Fever)
But you know this by now, hahaha
Well Done Fever
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(Well Done Fever)
Enrgy made this one
Ayy, ayy, ayy, bitch
T-Raww (ayy, hah)
Well Done, motherf*cker
DJ Drama (yeah)

How 'bout I dance in the pussy, hit the runnin' man (runnin' man)
I cum on her pussy f*ckin' up her spray tan (spray tan)
I work and sweat the pussy out, need a head band (head band)
I'm goin' T-Raww, skinny nigga, big bands
Happy birthday bitch, I'm the cake man (ayy)
Don't give that good pussy away to a waste man (Ayy)
Back-back that ass up, I got ten bands (yeah)
Ooh, she f*ck a boss, not a middle man (hah)
Need a thirty-inch weave with the ass fat (bitch)
Acrylic on her nails, keep that body in tact (yeah)
Light skin but I f*ck her when it's pitch black
She gon' make her old nigga have a heart attack
Bombs over Baghdad in the strip club
In Miami at 11, man, they show me love (yeah)
In the corner with a Instagram modeler
Twenty thousand ones, DJ hit the red alert (woo)

I don't f*ck with bitch with weak body (no)
I need ass and tits on Bugatti (yeah)
Good girl, when she drunk she's super thotty (yeah)
"Bitch, where your mask?" she said she antibody (bitch)

Wipe off your lips, stop kissin' everybody (bitch)
Shake that ass like Megan, you a hottie (hah)
She work the stick like the Energizer bunny (work it)
I never met a bitch that never wants some money
Ayy dog look at me, I'm the shit, you a flea
Dog I eat my competition like pedigree
Green beans, collard greens, mac and cheese
You ever met a nigga with a soul like me? (Yeah)
High priest, bow down, pray to me (me)
She playin' with my balls like it's tennis, like it's Wii (wee)
Rough like Eve (Ruff Ryder), snake lowkey (Gangsta)
Foreign bitch, foreign stamps, foreign keys (yeah)
I go super hyphy-hyph, keep this neat
Told my old bitch that I'd never leave
But I found out I'm more in love with me
Ayy, ayy, pack the pussy up
Champagne cork, pop the pussy up (yeah)
Bear hug on the pussy, show the pussy love (yeah)
All the women in my section when I'm in the club

I can't f*ck with bitch with weak body (no)
I need ass and tits on Bugatti (yeah)
Good girl, she get drunk, get super thotty (yeah)
"Bitch, where your mask?" she said she antibody (bitch, hahaha)

We ain't get this far by accident (Well Done Fever)
But you know this by now, hahaha
Well Done Fever
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Writer: Michael Stevenson, Tyree Simmons
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Performed By: Tyga
Featuring: DJ Drama
Length: 2:22
Written by: Michael Stevenson, Tyree Simmons

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