Tyga - Rack City Lyrics

Tyga - Rack City Lyrics

rack rack city b*tch
mugga on the beat

rack city b*tch rack rack city b*tch
ten ten ten twenties on ya titties b*tch
100 deep v.i.p. no guest list

t-raw you don’t know who you f*cking wit?
got my other b*tch f*cking wit my other b*tch
f*cking all night nigga we ain’t celibate
make it sound too dope i ain’t selling it

bar fresher than a motherf*cking peppermint
gold leather man last king killing shit
young money young money yeah we getting rich
get ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)
girl you know what it is

rack city b*tch rack rack city b*tch
rack city b*tch rack rack city b*tch
rack city b*tch rack rack city b*tch
ten ten ten twenties and them fifties b*tch

rack city b*tch rack rack city b*tch
rack city b*tch rack rack city b*tch
rack city b*tch rack rack city b*tch
ten ten ten twenties and them fifties b*tch

i’mma motherf*cking star (star)
look at the paint on the car (car)
too much rim make the ride too hard
tell that b*tch hop out, walk the boulevard
i need my money pronto

get it in the morning like alonzo
rondo, green got cheese like a nacho
if you ain’t got no ass b*tch wear a poncho
head hancho got my seat back
nigga staring at me don’t get bapped
got my shirt off the club too packed

it’s too turned going up like gas
god damn pulled out my racks
mike mike jackson nigga yeah i’m bad
rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back
all the hoes love me you know what it is

rack city b*tch rack rack city b*tch
rack city b*tch rack rack city b*tch
rack city b*tch rack rack city b*tch
ten ten ten twenties and them fifties b*tch

throwing hunnids hunnids
hunnids hunnids
throwing hunnids hunnids
rack city b*tch rack rack city b*tch
hunnids hunnids
throwing hunndids hunnids.
rack city b*tch rack rack city b*tch

throwing hunnids hunnids
hunnids hunnids
throwing hunnids hunnids
rack city b*tch rack rack city b*tch
hunnids hunnids
throwing hunndids hunnids
rack city b*tch rack rack city b*tch

Tyga Ft. Lil Wayne - Faded Lyrics

Tyga Ft. Lil Wayne - Faded Lyrics

[tyga]
young nino, f-ck a bitch in a peacoat
carlito, scarface, al pacino
bun b though, pimp c, r.i.p though
i goes deep in that p-ssy, dan marino
she wanna be the one, f-ck her to my own single

break a bitch hard, no future miss cleo
snap back, au-au-automatic reload

flyer than a f-ck-ng beatle, you can’t beat ‘em
vampire f-ck up your evening
i pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement
don’t believe it, stripe like a f-cking adidas
the gun selena, give a n-gga beiber fever
real f-ck-ng hot, put it in park
take a shot, higher than a tube sock
you a bop, give me top top, as i load the guap
man these n-ggas say i’m fly but to her i’m god

[hook]
i’m faded faded faded
my n-gga i’m faded faded faded (x7)

and i don’t give a f-ck

[tyga]
f-ck is up, n-gga’s stomping in my chucks
yeah i make it rain dear, cause i’m all ’bout my bucks
use the butt up in the front, d-ck up in her cunt
and i put her in her hole, holy, one, quat quat
ergggh
super mcnasty, why you mclovin
when the b-tch call me daddy
pimp no caddy, she wish she never had me
treat her like a dog, called the b-tch lassy
young savvy, bang her like cincinatti
above average, f-fly like i’m aladdin
they bend backwards, done the p-ssy at them
i’m ben wallace, dunk up in your basket
balls in the air, no games, i’m serious, double dare
there’s too many b-tches, why these n-ggas wanna stare
pat ron up in here, this ain’t no beer

[hook]

[lil' wayne]
mama, there go that monster
abracadabra, magic johnson
my mutherf-cking doctor, said i need a doctor
so i called house, now i am a pill popper
faded like skinnys, young money we winning
i told her if i change, she won’t get a penny
milking this shit, pregnant bitch tities
bringing home the bacon, i’m f-ckin’ miss piggy
loaded like a semi, semi naked pictures

she knows my d-ck, she call it nigga richard
prior to me coming, i had to stick my thumb in
i asked one time, smell my finger make you vomit
flyer than a hornet, the shoe fit i worn it
she tried to jack me off, can’t beat it, join it
tunechi, punechi, that what she call it
flag scarlett, i killed it, mourned it

[hook]

Tyga Ft. Juicy J - Mack Down Lyrics

Tyga Ft. Juicy J - Mack Down Lyrics

hook:
ah i say hush little baby baby got a little mack down
one real nigga bitches know my back round
bring me oh oh hundreds hundreds the sound
world around town bitch i lay my mack down.
hush little baby gotta lay my mack down

one real nigga bitches know my back round
bring me oh oh hundreds hundreds the sound
world around town bitch i lay my mack down.

sippin off from .. chillin was some light bitches
cause richy bitches hundred i ain’t pitch it i’ma catch it
around my pip around the pressure
lay my money on the ..shut the f*ck start undressing
i ain’t ..stop confessing be ..hoes in the ..

five ..that all cadillac sheet tighter on the back
put the woopie woo woo ask super fast
i’ma had this nigga i skip the b hard attack
talk your diamonds and i’m shining what i’m blinding you
no time to eat for you i call it round madonna
‘cause you’re like a bird to the money
caught that madonna shit ..versace ..run them dress
stepping on this ..

[hook:]

juicy j the shit no nigga i’m get money out to ass
money over bitches me you get money out the ..
all this been just for fun i think i ..
twenty hoes a hundred rest fake is just a gamble
all you ain’t going row tryin to keep up with me
you baby my head is dawn i call the …

cash you talk for me you be cash to talk to me
you the cash keep coming like the cash be stalking me
movie say they getting money
just because they got a mouth
..friendly’s louie daffy got a larger mouth
you haters fall enough i’m still getting paid
i got so many bands i get .. away

[2 x hook:]

Tyga - Apollyon’s Theme Lyrics

Tyga - Apollyon’s Theme Lyrics

Same… Play… Mother Fucker Hated…
Hated Misery So I Keep My Company Gone
Six Blondes, No Bras, Back In The …
..Get Served While….
Sick World Living In, Pissing In The World Pool
Last Dollars On This Coffee Table, But I’m Good!
Hands To The Sky, Praying Like Christ War
It’s Hard To Level When All Of Us Follow Us From The Ghetto.
You Are Fellows, Getting…

Waking Up On God’s Screams, Bloody On Your Knees
These ..No Id,
These Hard Niggers Hide Their Pills Down…
My Heart Speaks Illustrated On A Beat,
If That Fails At Least I Live With Memories.
Judgely Days, My Only Day Of Death
So Mother Fucker Don’t You Test Me, Nigger!

Chorus:
I Can’t Roll In A…
You’re A Real Hater I Can See It On Your Face!
You Don’t Wanna Do That, Do That
Mother Fucker, You Don’t Wanna Do That!
No, Being A Hustle On My Life
I Wanna Go Right, Rolling As You Say Is The Only Way To Survive
So I Gotta Do That, Yeah I Gotta Do That!
Mother Fucker, Let The Haters Say
Oh, Oh, Oh, Do That!
Do That, Let The Haters Say
Oh, Oh, Oh, Do That!

Oh, How You Say You’re Innocent, Illegitimate And Children
Ain’t Gonna Hurt .. Heart Resentment.
Fuck On You, Middle Finger Never…
Only At The Lord’s Gates Judging Me To Let Me In
It’s Funny When These Federal Bills …
Since …Back Terms, No Friends
I’m Only Human Flys Down To…
..Body, Funerals And…
Body Eroded…. Black Roses…
..A Quarter On My Arm,
Fifty Down, Keep The.. Blinded By Your Charm!
Get Money Like I’m Jewish,
Cheat, But… My Girls, Into Your Style Like…
Head To Their … That’s Why I’m Call It …
Mother Fucker….

Chorus:
I Can’t Roll In A…
You’re A Real Hater I Can See It On Your Face!
You Don’t Wanna Do That, Do That
Mother Fucker, You Don’t Wanna Do That!
No, Being A Hustle On My Life
I Wanna Go Right, Rolling As You Say Is The Only Way To Survive
So I Gotta Do That, Yeah I Gotta Do That!
Mother Fucker, Let The Haters Say
Oh, Oh, Oh, Do That!
Do That, Let The Haters Say
Oh, Oh, Oh, Do That!

Tyga Ft. Drake - Still Got It Lyrics

Tyga Ft. Drake - Still Got It Lyrics

Still Got It For You, Still Got It For You
Still Got It For You, Still Got It For You
Still Got It For You, Still Got It For You
Even Though We Let It Go
Is Better That You Know I Still

Ain’t No Ain’t Nobody Lie
Heard You Got A Bar Player But It Don’t Excite You
I Ain’t The One You Gotta Lie To
Lay Down Relax Tryin Max Let Me Bite You
Ahh Still Still A Super Super Freak
You Know I Have .. When I’m Rolling In The Streets
Enough About Me I Heard You Finish At The ..
Just Come .. ‘Cause I’m The Same
Og Do It Young For Let .. Insecurity
Wrong Not Now All We Got Is All Memories
Used To Be Like Enemies
All You Winnin Bonnies Flashes Too Much Pride To Say Sorry
Shit Times Roll Like Have Today
Number 24 Let It Fade Away
She Got A Lead When She Wanna Stay
She Like How You’re Feeling Babe

I Feel Good Got Some Time Off ..
Did You Have Fun ‘Cause I’ma Need A Girl Just To Get Me On
And Maybe You Can Call It Sick
Bring It To The Crib And Get All This All This
I Know I Know I’m Blunt But I’m Really ..
You Want That Feeling Back
Well You Should Know I Still Got It For You

Still Got It For You, Still Got It For You
Still Got It For You, Still Got It For You
Still Got It For You, Still Got It For You
Even Though We Let It Go
Is Better That You Know I Still Got It For You
Still Got It For You, Still Got It For You
Still Got It For You, Still Got It For You
Even Though We Let It Go
Is Better That You Know I Still Got It For You
Still Got It For You, Still Got It For You
Still Got It For You, Still Got It For You
Even Though We Let It Go
Is Better That You Know I Still Got It For You
Still Got It For You, Still Got It For You
Still Got It For You, Still Got It For You
Even Though We Let It Go
Is Better That You Know

Tyga Ft. Honey Cocaine - Heisman Lyrics

Tyga Ft. Honey Cocaine - Heisman Lyrics

[Honey Cocaine]
Bitch I’m Honey Cocaine bout to bring in some pain
All my haters like a choir they all singing my name
Aint got a heart for a broad thats the rule of the game
Now you a fool if you aim, I’ll put a tool to ya brain
I’m bout to get it, then spend it if I said it I meant it
F-ck your feelings, taste my weapons act like a bitch I’ll erase yo blessings yo
You are not familiar with me if you comic in a move bitch your visitor is me

[Tyga]
ahh, its that drop top Phantom chop all gold Rolly tock
F-ck yo fans, f-ck a cop all my bitches betty bops
Betty boop tittys out gangsta shit punch you in yo mouth
Nigga I dont know what you talkin bout
Flossin now you need denist now auugh
F-ck around and Rodney King the beat ’bout that war like Vietnemese
Feeling froggy nigga leap, Im that nigga, you obselete
I’m in the game you know P-T, R-E-C my swa-a-g
Only way you copying me nigga

[Honey Cocaine]
Asian bitch on another degree
Give me some space move off my place bitch I’m just trynna breathe
Now if you see me around your ways dont holla at me
I just cant waste all my time cause I be eating these beats
Listen you rats here just a count for me you aint me homie you just act like me
Well you should watch your actions please cause there might be some casualties (auugh)
They about to witness it, last kings but Im still on my queen shit (schwag)

[Tyga]
Aim at yo man brain just for saying im insane and yo girl give me neck
Hang man I aint playing I never did lie lay around and open yo thighs
Nigga gone pop like fish gone fry, niggas talking greasy like the shit gone slide
Wow high 5 slap yo face, change yo disguise
I work hard for the money, money dont ever come in yo life
A bastard right when you lie everybody wanna be just like
Middle finger to the middle of yo eyes, young young ty T-Raww need a heisman

Tyga - Tyga Montana Lyrics

Tyga Montana
Got a white bitch named Hannah
She gigging off on my grammar
Pop that tittie call that shit Janet
I’m on straight Goose and Tropicana
Hoes like I’m Santa
She Jimmy Choos no sandals
Flipping bitches like they all channels
One hand in my handle
Hammertime then I’m dancin
Got real Hawks in Atlanta
Scar your face for that mansion
Tell her bounce, she prancing
What thats polka dots on your panties?
Who’s the boss? Tony Danza
Know you lazy niggas can’t stand me
We got four doors and more whores
Two doors that’s short dwarf
Ferrari red horse

It act an ass and go Eeyore
“Hee-Haw!” my engine roar
Half a mil when I finish tour
Last Kings I’mma order more
My watch brand you can’t afford
All good do it Biggie gravy play me baby born
I look so asian all my bitches early 80?s
80 swag speed racing through my shades
I see your fakeness
Hoes gone be hoes can’t save a fucking bitch
It’s simultaneous, Albanian, Israeli, Panamanian
Ukrainian giving dome top cranium
Ass shot jeans like she painted them
T-Raw niggas try to favor him

Tyga Ft. Travis Porter - Lapdance Remix Lyrics

Tyga Ft. Travis Porter - Lapdance Remix Lyrics

i met this .. she said she used to work at ..
now she works .. such a team
she coming at .. dropping on her knee
she got me going crazy …
danzel .. i put up to the club in a fucking ..
but it feels .. ayou wanna see some cash do a ..
gave her 10 dollars she took a glass up
i throw a hundred dollars she took her pants off
i throw 500 she lost her damn mind
if i throw her a thousand she will be kissing my …
1 2 3 to the 4 .. naked get your ass on the floor
.. 3 4 dropped to the floor
5 6 love her on her tits
7 8 make that ass ..
zone bad man big hoe lapdance
ass so fat need a lapdance
ass so fat i need a lapdance
zone bad man big hoe lapdance
ass so fat need a lapdance
ass so fat i need a lapdance
god a bad bitch name bo bo
last time she gave me ..
and you know i am with the zoo crew
early in the morning .. spider man
where the fuck my lighter man
ain’t nothing in my pocket than some cash .. i throw her 500 .. dropped to the floor bitch
.. i keep a lot of hores like go fish
she said she need …

1 2 3 to the 4 .. naked get your ass on the floor
.. 3 4 dropped to the floor
5 6 love her on her tits
7 8 make that ass ..
zone bad man big hoe lapdance
ass so fat need a lapdance
ass so fat i need a lapdance
zone bad man big hoe lapdance
ass so fat need a lapdance
ass so fat i need a lapdance
1 2 3 4 i got 5 shapes but i need 5 more
5 6 .. tits .. i might make you rich
7 8 make that ass .. i got a hundred .. my way
.. ten .. ten .. i got my gucci .. on and i am kicking hundreds
i go to …

Tyga Ft. Chris Brown - Snapbacks Back Lyrics

Tyga Ft. Chris Brown - Snapbacks Back Lyrics

[Hook x2]
Snapbacks Back, Snapback Back
That’s all these niggas saying, I brought Snapbacks back
I’m a fresh as nigga, bitches know I’m the shit
25 for my belt, nigga get off my dick

[Verse 1: Tyga]
I brought the snapback back, snapback back
Man all these niggas foul like hack-a-Shaq
Nigga racks on racks, my bitch ass so fat
Yo bitch booty like a pancake, flat flapjack
I make your dollars collapse trail low in the strap
Shells big as a turtle Master Splinter to rap

Spin you like Urkel your body hanging from fat
Thought you was sharper than tacks, get you thrown like some jacks
All these bitches with these tassels on their titties tryna tax
I don’t give a f-ck if none of yall don’t rap
I could pull a bitch just turning my back
Who knew that, venus trap
Flyest nigga in the class
Goyard bag, see that tag?

I could pay your rent all year boy
Yo mama know, your cousin, sister brother and your mama know
Your cousin, sister brother and your mama know
Your cousin, sister brother and your mama know
Bitch, your granny know nigga

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Leggo, snapback back, put V.A. on the map
I’m a young nigga, heartthrob, girls cardiac
I got your girls all on my dick
Yeah them chickens giving me neck, nigga
You ain’t talkin bout shit
F-ck your city, press eject
Too busy coughing up them hairballs
Fur coat, Bear dog
Spray these niggas like aerosol
And f-ck them old niggas: Geritol
Hold up, snapback on

Champagne MCM backpack on
Lucky that my situation in this probation
Won’t even let me strap that tome
My condo aint no hotter, I be right at home
What you mean nigga I’m coherant
Steez out with my D out and you wonder

Why your shorty be disappearing
Ha-Ha I brought the snapback back
Last kings and them Ti$as yeah they sell like crack
You got no car insurance, no Ray Bans
This Geico, caveman
First of the month you do a praise dance
Like I’m moving on up, Aye man
Stop that, drop a hat in the club
They gon be like that nigga on drugs
Get more respect in L.A. than you do

[Hook x2]
Snapbacks Back, Snapback Back
That’s all these niggas saying, I brought Snapbacks back
I’m a fresh as nigga, bitches know I’m the shit
25 for my belt, nigga get off my dick

Tyga - T-Raw Lyrics

Tyga - T-Raw Lyrics

[Chorus]
T-raww, T-raww, T-raww, T-raww
I don’t give a f-ck at all
T-raww, T-raww, T-raww, T-raww
I don’t give a f-ck at all

[Verse 1]
Last King, Golds on My colar bone fresh
Got that immortal technique flow
Tech N9ne’s, tech decks
Finger boards flip a bitch
Thailand pick a bitch
Its my land I take a shit anywere, skat and piss
Lazereth king of the the snapback habitat
Flashback..flash bangs leave you f-cken trapped
Leave you face swoll leave a cabbage pach punching bag
Doctor Seuss niggas you’s a pussy cat in a hat
Rolling that papers like wiz papers
Cash takers put you in a cast cuz your pocket’s breaking
The heart breaker, f-ck her once never date her
The Money chaser, no chase f-ck a savings
I got that ready, jelly, spread it to all my niggas
So they spend it spend it like ring a round the rosie
Okie dokey got a bad Spanish bitch like Kobe
The most low key
Nigga you don’t know me
Im…..

[Chorus]
T-raww, T-raww, T-raww, T-raww
I don’t give a f-ck at all
T-rawww, T-rawww, T-rawww, T-rawww
I don’t give a f-ck at all

[Verse 2]
Like Cam Newton I’m number 1
Hand picked my hand guns
Ima cowboy like marion
Barber cut your hair for fun
02 I’m on one
105 to Compton
YG just hit me said these bitches got these tatts done
With my name on em
That’s a damn shame
Cuz I changed homie
I changed my damn name
To T-raw, don’t look at me
Get chopped like butcher meat
Gold chains like Mr. T
Your girl face in my toilet seat (haha)
My niggas they be trippin
Yo shit weak but boi you aint different
My show sold your show ?
Ya’ll mini me’s, I’m prolific
I progress, no stress
More sex she gon give it
No Robin Gibbons
I f-cked that hoe
Nas f-cked that hoe
Sleeping on me don’t you ever get to comfortable
Young Money……..
Last King………
When you see me coming call me by new name

T-raww, T-raww, T-raww, T-raww
I don’t give a fuck at all
T-raww, T-raww, T-raww, T-raww
I don’t give a fuck at all

Tyga Ft. Chris Richardson - Far Away Lyrics

Tyga Ft. Chris Richardson - Far Away Lyrics

[Chris Richardson]
Just to see her (see her)
But she’s far far away
And I’d do anything just to see her face
But she’s far far away
Walk a thousand miles just to see her smile again

[Tyga - verse 1]
Sittin’ on a plane
Reminscing back when I made that mistake
I wish it never ended with a heartbreak
Now your heart broken, tears in ya face
Ask myself why, looking at the sky
If I could turn back I’d make it all right
Praying that you better but its still stormy weather
Don’t wanna let go but the rain wont let up
Now you gone, still thinking bout you everyday
And I know feelings was hurt and you can blame me but
I’m sorry for the games that I played
But now it’s too late
And now she’s…

[Chris Richardson]
Now she’s far far away
And I’d do anything just to see her face
But she’s far far away
Walk a thousand miles just to see her smile again

[Tyga - verse 2]
It’s cold putting up a fight
Arguing back and forth through the night
Regardless what I said and I don’t most of it
You know I really love you, this the realest goin’ get
It take time to realise what you really wanna know
You was ready for it all but your feelings I ignored
I know my fault, I should’ve gave more
Now you’re miles away and I’m miles on tour
Now it’s drums playing, crowd singing
Light changing, wish you was here to witness all that
It starts fading
They say two wrongs don’t make it right
And I was wrong and now it aint right

[Chris Richardson]
Cause she’s far far away
And I’d do anything just to see her face
But she’s far far away
Walk a thousand miles just to see her smile again

[Tyga - bridge]
Na na na nah
If I could turn back
If I could make it right
I’d do just that
If I could make it right
I’d do it all tonight
Hold you in my arms, with you I’d spend my life

Na na na nah
If I could turn back
If I could make it right
I’d do just that
I’d do just that
If I could turn back

(Come back here again)

[Chris Richardson]
Cause she’s far far away
And I’d do anything just to see her face
But she’s far far away
Walk a thousand miles just to see her smile again

[Bridge]
[End]

Tyga Ft. Stefano Moses - Storm Lyrics

Tyga Ft. Stefano Moses - Storm Lyrics

[Chorus - Stefano Moses]
The city’s gone with electricity
No lights so I can hardly see
And all the smiles, screaming rescue me, rescue me
Who to trust, who can you believe?
The devil owns this reality
And all the smiles, screaming rescue me, rescue me

[Verse 1 - Tyga]
hate lies, never truth when it’s televised
Devils on the screen, fire in their eyes
Put your face to a spell make your soul fly
Pray every day some close to God
Looking at the murder rate never ask why
Colt 45, with a 4 5, the innocent die young can’t judge life
Never did so I live fast every night
Wonder why they breathe hate through their wind pipe
Mutherf-ckers wanna take instead of give advice
N-ggas left me now I’m living right
Trying to cheat death with a trick dice
Gambling can’t rely on management
If it’s ’bout business I’ma handle it
I see it all like an analyst,
Views of the water, big bills like a Pelican

I’m into different broads, f-cking in foreign cars
Wizard of OZ, tear coloured Benz, I ain’t got a heart,
No love shoot the cupid with a dart, danger in the park
Motherf-cker don’t walk past dark
What the f-ck is illuminati?
Old n-ggers with money
Bitch get the power light, stand tall tower light
Gotta fight, can’t let ‘em take our life

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Tyga]
Take a step as the world spin
Rumors come and go faster than a whirlwind
Whirlpool, bitches getting’ sucked in
Booty model shake your ass but you’re broke bitch
Man you n-ggas aint balling in the bull pen
Riding on the black mag I’m a cool kid
Last king living, give me space like a movement
Cream get the money, whip icy like cool whip
Ohhh shit, who shit n-gga art gallery flow painted under globe
Use the colored dope n-gga I’m a lobe
Levitator pro, crisis when he spoke, kicking in your door
Hit the flow like Lee boy? with a globe
Trying to win but the finish lines far, race against the odds
Race don’t matter when you dead or start praying to the gods
Don’t let me die so young

[Chorus]

Tyga Ft. Lloyd - Real Tonight Lyrics

Tyga Ft. Lloyd - Real Tonight Lyrics

it’s getting real tonight, you make the only bitch on my mind
i can make you feel alright, but i ain’t gonna fuss a fight
every girl i see i like, so why wanna waste your time?
you got a deal ha? i’m …
ya i’m for real love, i’m right, … real tonight

my time ticker on tres, fucking all night, midnight sex
she ride like my old bitch, but she already knew that
she feel me even when i’m gone, pillows between her legs, now she comfortable
extend your back, … when the shit explode, boom
picture me … down for life, i flash too bright, picture won’t look right
i need god advice dealing with these ladies mice
girls like … enter the next flight

it’s getting real tonight, you make the only bitch on my mind
i can make you feel alright, but i ain’t gonna fuss a fight
every girl i see i like, so why wanna waste your time?
you got a deal ha? i’m …
ya i’m for real love, i’m right, … real tonight

iphone just filled with hoes, conversation goes, back and forth
what you doing? chilling like eskimos?
bet i eat your pussy good like vegetables
nasty, nigger but you like it though
freaky ass … she ride me like carnivos
and i’m horny though, sex in the morning though
hormones got my snowboard going …
vertigo, dizzy on my love boat, heard she got a party mouth
watch your ass …
damn we fuck again, she ain’t my lover, we just … friends

it’s getting real tonight, you make the only bitch on my mind
i can make you feel alright, but i ain’t gonna fuss a fight
every girl i see i like, so why wanna waste your time?
you got a deal ha? i’m …
ya i’m for real love, i’m right, … real tonight.

Tyga - Never Be The Same Lyrics

Tyga - Never Be The Same Lyrics

chorus:
never will i be the same… came with the fame
we just party cause, i’ve got a name,
for them life is the same, (the same)
but man, i will never be the same!

as i held every prayer, my wing to the stage,
grab a … oxygen, don’t …
never afraid, never go green, amj is win the game.
feeling like a.. wishing things now was like back in the day!
got a big brick, so you won’t let no kick,
now everybody…
but what you wait?
sleeping on me, you won’t wake,
is a killer looking in my eyes, you will see, will you, nigger?

chorus:
never will i be the same… came with the fame
we just party cause, i’ve got a name,
for them life is the same,
but man, i will never be the same!

rolling down the window, holler new…
how i let these bimbos and my girl find out no more
bring your car out for me!
she…. is only nineteen.
fuck that battle race, been these chains, oh chains for less case!
more money, more money,
young money, your money,
i just tell ‘em fuck off!
these new niggers are past!
…to a tiger and a shock.
and you wonder why i’m off the….
bitch, cause bad, bitch, to the bone!

chorus:
never will i be the same… came with the fame
they just party cause i’ve got a name,
for them life is the same,
but man, i will never be the same!

i will never be the same…
nigger got a… every shit getting into,
nigger, i’ll be kinda hostile, i’m numb,
go to the play, cause it’s fun,
what you think … coconuts to a drug that i’m dumb?
tell that girl…
you can be my little second mom,
when i’ m done, take my kids, aha!
yeah, you like that, your keys in your…
don’t …come to the king, had to…

chorus:
never will i be the same… came with the fame
they just party cause i’ve got a name,
for them life is the same,
but man, i will never be the same!
i will never be the same!
i will never be the same!
i will never be the same!

Tyga - Real Or Fake Lyrics

Tyga - Real Or Fake Lyrics

kill a flow … last king and on the daily,
call a mother fucker, buy the government, but call me crazy!
yeah i’m on that fucking juice,
have a sip i’ll fuck you later,
money on my table, pick it up, i’ll call it tip the waiter,
yeah, i’m the first to last, alpha, omega,
i ain’t trying to talk, bitch i’m concentrating!
i’m the dopest nigga , word to ronald reagan
she don’t play no games, she blow me like a sega.
hundred thousand on my tax,
twenty thousand on my tats,
no lie, i’ve got twelve hundred snapbacks,
go yard everywhere, bitch i’m ballin,
young money running shit, you niggas just jogging,
shoutout drizzy i’m posted in toronto,
eyes so bright, diamonds on…,
uh, wine bottles, uh barely drunk,
shades on nigga don’t be trying to say what’s up!

chorus:
cause you’re real or fake, real or fake,
real or fake, real or fake!
most bitches, niggas call me real or fake,
real or fake, real or fake!
real or fake, real or fake!
real or fake, real or fake!
yeah, real or fake!
most bitches, niggas call me real or fake,
yeah, real or fake, bitch!

hotter then the summer coupe
south beach fountain blue,
cherry pie leather seats roofies on tomato soup,
german shepherd in my engine, barking at you scary bitches,
best defense, nigga…!
had a couple tickets, i was young into wrestling,
choke slam a nigga, big show pick ‘em.
i’m on my p’s and q’s,
i don’t ask questions, i figure shit out,
multiplying decimals,
son of… in my denim, lick the bullet like a lizard,
couldn’t see me with a sigma, definately ill autism,
hard alliance but its tyga hotter then a fucking iron,
put that bitch on silent cause she talking like she tyra,
too much, uh niggas say they baby mommas love me,
crazy, i was on a tour with diddy counting that ciroc money,
but it’s young money, ym hoe
t raw go , nigga they know!

chorus:
real or fake, real or fake!
real or fake, real or fake
most bitches, niggers call me real or fake,
real or fake, real or fake, bitch!
real or fake, real or fake, bitch!
real or fake, real or fake, bitch!
yeah, real or fake!
most bitches, niggers call me real or fake,
yeah, real or fake, bitch!

i ain’t got no time!
i ain’t got no time!
i ain’t got no time!
it’s got.. on my cellphone,
i ain’t got no time!
i ain’t got no time!
i ain’t got no time!
it’s got.. on my cellphone,

Tyga - Involved Lyrics

Tyga - Involved Lyrics

[Chorus]
What happens when you get involved?
N-ggas start telling lies (start telling lies)
Both wanna be involved
But loves like suicide
Now that your too involved
Infatuated to the high

[Tyga - Verse 1]
Uhh took a deep breath, Inhaled this love in the air
Only just to find pain cause its all that I feel
Mothaf-ckas say they real, but they really aint for real
I’ll show you who’s real, when you broke aint a thrill
Got bills waiting on me, and its drama in my ear
I wanna sit still, but I’m busy tryna live
Forgiving all my sins, crucifixed now I’m fixed
Road to eternal bliss
Now they hate me like Chris, Rock on my arm
Gotta keep a piece of mine, hot cherry balm, lip locking with a dime
I make bitches scream for me like I’m Lil Jon
Last king to flow, sweeter then a bon bon
Quick sand bitches running out of time
Got my shades on, I aint waiting in the line
Whatever it is I’m on some better shit
All black barreta shit
Leather coat, leather mitts
I dont leave no finger prints, Eddie raw, semi clips
Violence aint for little kids

But I keep something cause these n-ggas wanna test me
N-ggas on that ice like Gretzky
Montage chillin, life on a jet-ski
Haters left I like Leslie
N-gga ball hard, never been to the SB’s
But now you walk alone, no holding hands
Just wishing somebody could understand
No father figure, taught myself to be a man
Mama said keep God in all your plans
Let the sun shine keep your head high
Its always people after your spot, gotta stay high, gotta stay high
Dont let it stop, then ask yourself why?

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]
Last king n-gga ready for war, jeep threw off the doors
New paint now the car reborn, and I’m flying overseas
Now my dollars is foreign
And the Bentley got wings now the angels is calling
uhh The good son Macaulay Culkin
Getting money til my last show
Word up to Oprah, the whips pull out like a leather sofa
Coolest n-gga couldn’t hang with me like Mr.cooper
Super duper, need a pooper scooper
I’m the shit clean it in the white loofer
It’s Young Mula hustle like an oompa loompa
Young tutor teach you n-ggas how to do this
Shame on a hater, we dont pop charts, so the bread pop up like pop tarts
Red coupe, hot sauce, bitches getting locked jaw
Big titties top off, ass like sasquatch
The rap star, highlights, player of the week, gotta get five mics
Clever when I speak, motivation for your life
They under-rating me, Mike verses A.I.,
But I’ma get mine mothaf-cka, sh-shootem in the line mothaf-cka
Like hi mothaf-cka, head light from trucka, like dear to a hunter
I’m aiming at something!

[Chorus]

Tyga Feat Gudda Gudda - Bad Bitches Lyrics

Tyga Ft. Gudda Gudda - Bad Bitches Lyrics

[Chorus]
All day long, do it like Tony
F-ck her friend then I pass it to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Big bank roll, do it like Tony
F-ck her friend then I pass it to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad b-tches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only

[Tyga - Verse 1]
Well its that n-gga that you call T-Raw
Runnin’ that money like Madoff
Yea she gave that blow job then she get it laid off
I aint got no time hoe, stop blowing up my cell phone
Sweatin’ me like headbands, call that bitch Rondo
I’m fresher than the Prom hoe, teach ya we dont fly coach
F-ckin’ but she act dumb, kick her out my condo

Real G’s, Last King, Young Money ballin’
I give her a couple of shots and then she turn alcoholic
Metaphorically or Rhetoric
and I’m shittin’ on your forehead
2 girls 1 cup….Yup
We did it again Last King YMCMB
I dont pay for bitches, bitches pay me

[Chorus]

[Gudda Gudda - Verse 2]
Uh, Knock knock, who the f-ck is there?
A sign on my dick that say, “bad bitches come in here”
Make a freak whore, detour straight to my partna room and let him beat it like a keyboard
All I do is dick ‘em I dont tip ‘em like a stripper man
I got a ton of chicks under my belt like a zipper, yea
Walk up in the club, pick ‘em out and then I pick ‘em off
Pick ‘em up and then knock em down and them I drop ‘em off
I’ma dog keep your girl from round my type of shit or she’ll be milk box material
And missing for the night man this shit is just that easy
When your pockets sittin’ right
I turn my bed into a stage and let your girl rock on my mic

[Chorus]

Tyga - We Up Lyrics

Tyga - We Up Lyrics

[chorus]
all my niggers that be hustling we up tonight
and all my niggers that’s trouble we up tonight
and all the girls around the world going out tonight
take a shot make toast we up for life, and we up

i just made 50 in a trust state
i spend it all cause when you’re young you can’t pace
i bet i … up, 99 mace
my … i be missing you, missfaith
it takes 2, like rob base
all of them pretty, but a rock in a hard place
meet a lot of girls, stayed to state
some them … some them might …
i’m a fat boy, slim skinny tattered face
brown louie hard case, make your … sleep safe
all my king shit, like the middle east
and the swag stay like …
i’m the shit … ask for the money bags
like … throwing their presidents
it’s all good that you’re living nice
but when i get it all my niggers we gonna do it right

[chorus]
all my niggers that be hustling we up tonight
and all my niggers that’s trouble we up tonight
and all the girls around the world going out tonight
take a shot make toast we up for life,
and all my 9 to 5 niggers we up tonight
and all my unemployed homies we up tonight
always doing wrong trying to make it right
take a shot make toast we up for life, and we up

like a new born in the cradle, ah
feet first like the baby born backwards, we up,
tell the … tell them we up, damn
everything i see calling …
so many niggers copying my style
coming to america through a cloud
just left swiss sold out crowds
all vietnamese chicks with the big smile
picking this puppy rap in the bees town
killing me softly like …
built for love but love won’t keep it real
can’t waste time we up and dollar bills to my soul we in god we trust
i love mama when the keys but she down to fuck
tell the bartender to fill me up, fill me up

[chorus]
all my niggers that be hustling we up tonight
and all my niggers that’s trouble we up tonight
and all the girls around the world going out tonight
take a shot make toast we up for life,
and all my 9 to 5 niggers we up tonight
and all my unemployed homies we up tonight
always doing wrong trying to make it right
take a shot make toast we up for life, and we up
yeah, we up, yeah, we up, oh, we up
we up, yeah, oh, we up, ah, we up, we up

all my niggers that be hustling we up tonight
and all my niggers that’s trouble we up tonight
and all the girls around the world going out tonight
take a shot make toast we up for life,
and all my 9 to 5 niggers we up tonight
and all my unemployed homies we up tonight
always doing wrong trying to make it right
take a shot make toast we up for life, and we up
yeah, we up, yeah, we up, oh, we up

Tyga Feat Adele - Reminded Lyrics

Tyga Ft. Adele - Reminded Lyrics

she said if you love me let me know
if you don’t then let me go

[tyga - verse 1]
the memories soon fade, why couldn’t they be erased
you hoping it’s just a phase, your heart’ll heal within days
some people think it’s wrong, being single isn’t right
but you hurt the right person you’ll be wrong all your life
inevitable to let you go, separate the sexual

feelings when i’m close to you, f-cking til’ the sky is blue
morning time, home fries, cooking with your t-shirt on
panties, bra, damn i eat you good when you take it off
ha, damn i’m nasty, i mean you make me nasty
going the extra mile flying just to make me happy
did it all, too much wasn’t enough
now it’s gone but sometimes i sit and hope

[adele]
i hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
i hate to turn out up out of the blue uninvited
but i couldn’t stay away, i couldn’t fight it
i couldn’t stay away, i couldn’t fight it

i hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
i hate to turn out up out of the blue uninvited
but i couldn’t stay away, i couldn’t fight it
i couldn’t stay away, i couldn’t fight it

[tyga - verse 2]
whatever ever happened to love and being happy
infatuated with lust, i loved you and now i’m backwards
time is of the essence, i broke it, took it for granted
love is like art, heartbroken on the canvas
painted the perfect picture, you seemed to never get it
colors prevail and you turn into a f-cking monster
schizophrenic, nicknames bonnie and clyde
now doctors calling us mr. and mrs. high
how do you manage but still do you
can’t compromise, we all equal opportunists
it’s when i’m level headed they aiming to take my head off
birds flock together, tell bitches i’m throwing bread off
cold, women, fall in love getting splintered?
strictly plutonic, only thing she want is dinner
i can’t fuck with her, get her some tonic, gin, liquor
she might let me lick her, now she miss me sayin

[adele]
i hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
i hate to turn out up out of the blue uninvited
but i couldn’t stay away, i couldn’t fight it
i couldn’t stay away, i couldn’t fight it

i hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
i hate to turn out up out of the blue uninvited
but i couldn’t stay away, i couldn’t fight it
i couldn’t stay away, i couldn’t fight it

[tyga]
angels in the a.m., sin on my flesh
girls in the p.m., excuses pms
they all wanna love em, call em ms. next
spirit of a hustler, i only chase checks
go home
i ain’t tryna do you wrong
i’d rather be alone
just sittin on the throne