Dai Burger – Tamagotchi lyrics

[Intro]
Ayo, Saint
New York to LA
Let's get it

[Verse: Dai Burger]
Pull up to the spot with my lust face on
Burger B in the spot, they got they lunch face on
I can tell that they hungry, gave 'em something to munch on
Get up in my belly, give me something to crunch on
Back that ass up, don't step on my shoes
Meet me at the bar, hipster bitch loves booze
I don't give a damn if you staring at my boobs
Fuck with me or your money you will lose quickly
Getting lite in my heels, nigga show my shoes love
And my whole team bad, wanna show the crew love
Catch me in the corner, shorty want a boo love
When I see him in the streets, I'm like "Who are you, love?"
I pull up in the V-Dub Buggy
Titties so big all these niggas wanna hug me
Buzzin' in my ears, goddamn you niggas bug me
I can see it in your eyes, you can't take it that you love me

Niggas know my government name and that ain't changed, that's the same
I just added on a Burger then my chips rearranged
Claw tips, gold chain, Bindi right up on my brain
Warned your ass on Murda Murda now I'm drowning in the fame
It's a shame I will train you, like a Tamagotchi
I done been up in the game y'all niggas late, ya'll should watch me
On the screen, on the scene, everywhere else in between
And I'm coming through your block li-li-li-like (oh shit)
You should catch me if you can cause there's levels to this shit
While you hoes were sucking dick I built my shit from a ditch
Bad bitch, and I'm talking 'bout the one up on my hip
Ain't my fault she's the one you came with, oh
Burger be a pro-pro-pro-professional
My flow is bisexual, you don't know which way it goes
And it's cool, boo, I'm only here to school you
All you sad bitches boohoo every time I come through


Shoes, boobs, and booze (x2)
I'ma show up in the club with about at least two (x2)
Two diamonds shining heavy on my chest
Shoe game leave bitches real stressed
And the bar (?)
I'm too fly to be depressed, yeah yeah
Burger Burger Burger, yeah I be Miss Murder Muder
Miss Wild Thing, I pop shit, songwrite, and sing
Bling bling goddamn money never been a thing
When the money running low, all them things that I would sling?
Is you kidding me? Doo-doo ass bitches y'all ain't shit to me
Don't wanna keep you hoes company, you are misery
Nut up on your face, I just call these hoes jizzery
Chivalry been dead but I never needed that
Cause I keep a bad bitch to eat the kitty-kat
You a sad bitch and yes I pity that
I come through like baps and you looking like sacks
And you tired ass chickens need a nap
They fap fap-off to my mixtape cover
Hope you got your night light, close the curtains close the shutters
Cause I'm looking like butter, and I wish a bitch would
Act up in the club, I keep shooters in the truck
And I ain't gotta battle no bitch, look at me
I speak Spanglish and Japanese fluently:
Konnichiwa, I'm Dai-chan, how are you?
Chosaku shi, yeah that's me
Coco G, Miss Burger B
Bring it back to the English language
Burger B ain't one of them regular bitches you could just bang with
Get up in the kitchen make my sandwich
Extra cheese please
I'm watching my physique make sure my bread is wheat
Oh