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Saturday, 8 March 2014
Sunday, 23 June 2013
Problem - Like Whaaat (Remix) Lyrics (Ft. Wiz Khalifa, Chris Brown, Tyga & Master P)
Problem - Like Whaaat (Remix) Lyrics (Ft. Wiz Khalifa, Chris Brown, Tyga & Master P):
[Verse 1: Problem]
Who dat, talkin’ bout, who dat?
Run up on me, you’ll get your ass beat blue black
Go on get nerve, I’m off the curb
Push mountains of herb, you niggas already heard
The bro Berg keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all times
Wherever, however, ’cause young niggas they trying
See ‘em and be like “huh, nigga, what?”
“Huh? Give a fuck like what?”
Hell yeah, this the remix, we comin’ harder than cement
…to they nose, no Kleenex
Shining like the sun, no Phoenix
Diamond Lane gang wear it big, no 3X (free Miller?)
You gangbangin’ foolie chucker
…still good on the block, Timmy Duncan…
…labels can’t advance me…
That Cali… got Diddy dancing
Who dat, talkin’ bout, who dat?
Run up on me, you’ll get your ass beat blue black
Go on get nerve, I’m off the curb
Push mountains of herb, you niggas already heard
The bro Berg keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all times
Wherever, however, ’cause young niggas they trying
See ‘em and be like “huh, nigga, what?”
“Huh? Give a fuck like what?”
Hell yeah, this the remix, we comin’ harder than cement
…to they nose, no Kleenex
Shining like the sun, no Phoenix
Diamond Lane gang wear it big, no 3X (free Miller?)
You gangbangin’ foolie chucker
…still good on the block, Timmy Duncan…
…labels can’t advance me…
That Cali… got Diddy dancing
[Hook]
Aye, I’m just doing my thang
Fingers in the sky, banging my gang, like…
Ooh… go on, fall back
‘Cause you don’t want no problems like that
‘Cause we gon’ be like “huh, nigga, what?”
Huh? Give a fuck, nigga, what?
A nigga be like “huh, nigga, what?”
“Huh? Give a fuck, nigga, what?”
Aye, I’m just doing my thang
Fingers in the sky, banging my gang, like…
Ooh… go on, fall back
‘Cause you don’t want no problems like that
‘Cause we gon’ be like “huh, nigga, what?”
Huh? Give a fuck, nigga, what?
A nigga be like “huh, nigga, what?”
“Huh? Give a fuck, nigga, what?”
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
What’s Mackin 30, under 30
I’m a young rich black man
What’s happening
No it’s ain’t Taylor less my hands is in
Grands I’mma spend, grams put them in
Seen that Bombay, ran from the gin
Staying low key, still they know me
Smoking OG, and I blow it by the O-Z
Fader, please
I’m getting stupid high, me and B-R-O-B
My Js super old, Rick Owens, no sleeves
We at the after-party, you can brig you own weed
We gon’ take shots until someone has to drive us home
Come from a place where they do tote that chrome
Smile on they face, but ain’t nothing a game
Stacking that paper, don’t get in their way
Or Rat-tat-tat
What’s Mackin 30, under 30
I’m a young rich black man
What’s happening
No it’s ain’t Taylor less my hands is in
Grands I’mma spend, grams put them in
Seen that Bombay, ran from the gin
Staying low key, still they know me
Smoking OG, and I blow it by the O-Z
Fader, please
I’m getting stupid high, me and B-R-O-B
My Js super old, Rick Owens, no sleeves
We at the after-party, you can brig you own weed
We gon’ take shots until someone has to drive us home
Come from a place where they do tote that chrome
Smile on they face, but ain’t nothing a game
Stacking that paper, don’t get in their way
Or Rat-tat-tat
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Ok it’s OHB sir, bag bag
I got an ounce of that bounce in a Glad bag
Molly fucking up my liver, got a bad back
And if you trying to fuck with her, I’mma tax that
…all on the floor, I’m trynna pour it up
Lean on my…. so slow it up
And the police trynna pull up on the scene
Then they ask you what you seen
Right behind me that’s the drum line
All you hear is ‘brat, brat’, hit it one time
Punch line, nigga had bread since the lunch line
I can put some soldiers on the front line
Open season, just give me the reason
To bust, and just let it squeeze and
My rope-a-dope is the meanest
I box you up in the freezer
Comatose, paraplegic
I’m dodging the misdemeanors
Hoping I don’t get subpoenas
Ok it’s OHB sir, bag bag
I got an ounce of that bounce in a Glad bag
Molly fucking up my liver, got a bad back
And if you trying to fuck with her, I’mma tax that
…all on the floor, I’m trynna pour it up
Lean on my…. so slow it up
And the police trynna pull up on the scene
Then they ask you what you seen
Right behind me that’s the drum line
All you hear is ‘brat, brat’, hit it one time
Punch line, nigga had bread since the lunch line
I can put some soldiers on the front line
Open season, just give me the reason
To bust, and just let it squeeze and
My rope-a-dope is the meanest
I box you up in the freezer
Comatose, paraplegic
I’m dodging the misdemeanors
Hoping I don’t get subpoenas
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Tyga]
Huh? banging out the truck
I’m T-Raww, bitch, go on let a nigga…
Huh? you heard what I said
Your bitch is a bird, but I don’t give her bread
What? Problem pass the weed
These niggas claim they ballin’
Then why they clothes free?
Cause motherfuckers cheap
Like a nosebleed seat
You ain’t gotta go to Miami to feel the heat
LA, burner to your belly
My niggas OGs, keep the burner in the telly
Getting head till it ache, that’s a motherfucking headache
Do this shit tonight, send it straight to felly felly
Why? I’m selling dreams, the money team
…but they ain’t got no fiends
Got the juice and the cream
Wu-Tang, Raheim
I’m a money, money, money machine
Huh? banging out the truck
I’m T-Raww, bitch, go on let a nigga…
Huh? you heard what I said
Your bitch is a bird, but I don’t give her bread
What? Problem pass the weed
These niggas claim they ballin’
Then why they clothes free?
Cause motherfuckers cheap
Like a nosebleed seat
You ain’t gotta go to Miami to feel the heat
LA, burner to your belly
My niggas OGs, keep the burner in the telly
Getting head till it ache, that’s a motherfucking headache
Do this shit tonight, send it straight to felly felly
Why? I’m selling dreams, the money team
…but they ain’t got no fiends
Got the juice and the cream
Wu-Tang, Raheim
I’m a money, money, money machine
[Hook]
[Verse 5: Master P]
Probably getting paper
Don’t fuck with you broke niggas, you haters
Like D. Howard with the motherfucking Lakers
I represent the street, No Limit is the label
Throw your hoods up, where you from?
We in this bitch deep
And niggas get dumb
Niggas in the back poppin’ bottles
…throwing dollars
Louis V down from my head to my toes
C-Murder in the pen, and that iron getting swol’
Never gave a fuck ’bout no niggas wanna hate
Keep the chopper in the car, case I wanna play
She showed me the… call that… Dhali
I know she a freak, cause she gone off molly
Pushing 160 when I’m riding in the go
You ain’t from round here, better walk slow
Probably getting paper
Don’t fuck with you broke niggas, you haters
Like D. Howard with the motherfucking Lakers
I represent the street, No Limit is the label
Throw your hoods up, where you from?
We in this bitch deep
And niggas get dumb
Niggas in the back poppin’ bottles
…throwing dollars
Louis V down from my head to my toes
C-Murder in the pen, and that iron getting swol’
Never gave a fuck ’bout no niggas wanna hate
Keep the chopper in the car, case I wanna play
She showed me the… call that… Dhali
I know she a freak, cause she gone off molly
Pushing 160 when I’m riding in the go
You ain’t from round here, better walk slow
[Hook]
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Saturday, 6 April 2013
Tyga - Hit Em Up ft 2pac, Jadakiss Lyrics
Tyga - Hit Em Up ft 2pac, Jadakiss Lyrics:
[Hook: Tyga]
I said fuck them other niggas, cause I’m down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, cause I’m down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas, nigga I hit em up
I said fuck them other niggas, cause I’m down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, cause I’m down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas, nigga I hit em up
[Verse 1: Tyga]
T Raww go stay Westside, killa cap peela,
No ceiling, probably worth 10 million
Poor nigga watch chilla, you ain’t even gotta feel it
That’s chin chinchilla flyer than a caterpillar
I sick my dogs at you, yeah
They ain’t call the dog catcher, bitch
Spark the fire, no matches, yeah
So high just laughing, hah
Burners in the attic, they ain’t know I had it
Shoot sporadic, fire automatic, pop the target
Driving backwards, I’m a hundred bill fanatic
Bring the static, make vows to the money, but I skipped marriage
Keep staring, rather die that nigga than live average, get you embarrassed
Thousand karats on my wheel that my kids inherit
Black card credit, told them I don’t use debit
Nigga know that’s my motto, I could do this shit forever so
T Raww go stay Westside, killa cap peela,
No ceiling, probably worth 10 million
Poor nigga watch chilla, you ain’t even gotta feel it
That’s chin chinchilla flyer than a caterpillar
I sick my dogs at you, yeah
They ain’t call the dog catcher, bitch
Spark the fire, no matches, yeah
So high just laughing, hah
Burners in the attic, they ain’t know I had it
Shoot sporadic, fire automatic, pop the target
Driving backwards, I’m a hundred bill fanatic
Bring the static, make vows to the money, but I skipped marriage
Keep staring, rather die that nigga than live average, get you embarrassed
Thousand karats on my wheel that my kids inherit
Black card credit, told them I don’t use debit
Nigga know that’s my motto, I could do this shit forever so
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
We don’t rock with them niggas anyway, fuck them
We’d ever caught them in the hood, we’d a stuck them
Things coming in, we get them off by the dozen
We about that action, y’all ain’t about nothin’
Girl of your dreams, I already had her
If it ain’t my team, it don’t really matter
Short stay, I’m only in town for the figures
Even when I’m up, I’m still down for my niggas
Need nothing else, don’t concern me or worry me
Nah, I’mma ride ’til they burn me or bury me
Cause the truth is, niggas die every day
Heard about me, I hope you heard thoroughly
I don’t switch sides, I just switch rides
Might just get a little head, let the bitch slide
Knowing that I can, knowing that I will
Far as the other side go, you know how I feel
We don’t rock with them niggas anyway, fuck them
We’d ever caught them in the hood, we’d a stuck them
Things coming in, we get them off by the dozen
We about that action, y’all ain’t about nothin’
Girl of your dreams, I already had her
If it ain’t my team, it don’t really matter
Short stay, I’m only in town for the figures
Even when I’m up, I’m still down for my niggas
Need nothing else, don’t concern me or worry me
Nah, I’mma ride ’til they burn me or bury me
Cause the truth is, niggas die every day
Heard about me, I hope you heard thoroughly
I don’t switch sides, I just switch rides
Might just get a little head, let the bitch slide
Knowing that I can, knowing that I will
Far as the other side go, you know how I feel
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: 2Pac & Tyga]
You gotta watch your back, stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young motherfucker doin’ dirt, bitch
Walkin’ through the streets wearin’ jewels
You gotta watch your back, stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young motherfucker doin’ dirt, bitch
Walkin’ through the streets wearin’ jewels
Ain’t got shit to lose
Gonna fuck up and bust young niggas with tools
Gonna fuck up and bust young niggas with tools
The intricate designs of my lethal lines
Now time hard to find a job, easier to rob
niggas
These days, motherfuckers talk shit, and turn
snitch when you see ‘em
They ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit, Westside
I keep a vest on my chest, bitch
Buck, buck, cops wanna hit me with the book
They ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit, Westside
I keep a vest on my chest, bitch
Buck, buck, cops wanna hit me with the book
But I don’t give a fuck, government got a
nigga feelin’ stuck
While these same little sluts gettin’ fucked for a quick buck,
Weed make my mind roam,
While these same little sluts gettin’ fucked for a quick buck,
Weed make my mind roam,
All alone, ain’t nothin’ like tryna bone,
Over the phone, in my mind I can see her naked,
I can’t take it, got me shakin’ at the thought that we can make it
I thought you knew, bitch,
Over the phone, in my mind I can see her naked,
I can’t take it, got me shakin’ at the thought that we can make it
I thought you knew, bitch,
Get loaded, can’t control it
Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it
Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it
Then smoke it, sipping Hennessy, plottin’ on
my enemies
Comin back twice as hard like, remember me
My hustle to my dyin’ days, niggas dyin’ every day
And we celebrate with pain, pourin’ champagne
Street politics, they wanna join my campaign
Worldwide, LA niggas screaming Westside
Comin back twice as hard like, remember me
My hustle to my dyin’ days, niggas dyin’ every day
And we celebrate with pain, pourin’ champagne
Street politics, they wanna join my campaign
Worldwide, LA niggas screaming Westside
[Hook x2]
Tyga - Get Loose Lyrics
Tyga - Get Loose Lyrics:
(Bridge)
Money buy the power, I could buy all the real shit
I ain’t never been a liar
Walk up to yo bitch, told er I’d buy er
Nigga talk shit, I pull out the fire
Money buy the power, I could buy all the real shit
I ain’t never been a liar
Walk up to yo bitch, told er I’d buy er
Nigga talk shit, I pull out the fire
(Verse)
Bitches getting loose, ride through on yo block man
In the drop, hair black, jeans, make a bitch cheap not care
Young Cove in the pop, bills pop, bands
Put a price on yo head, dollar sign,
Die fast, live young nigga
Got mills, ain’t a dumb nigga
Niggas got choppas like drums going dumb nigga
Take er for the night, night stand then I’m done nigga
Then I giver er back like, ha nigga
I’m the shit, call the plummer
I’m so lit, I don’t know my number
Walk up in the club, like what’s yo dilemma?
Started taking shots but I am a beginner
Bottles in my both hands bitch
Twerk, we don’t slow dance to them slow jams
All my niggas in the club doing the money dance
Big booty clappin to the end, all night goddamn
Bitches getting loose, ride through on yo block man
In the drop, hair black, jeans, make a bitch cheap not care
Young Cove in the pop, bills pop, bands
Put a price on yo head, dollar sign,
Die fast, live young nigga
Got mills, ain’t a dumb nigga
Niggas got choppas like drums going dumb nigga
Take er for the night, night stand then I’m done nigga
Then I giver er back like, ha nigga
I’m the shit, call the plummer
I’m so lit, I don’t know my number
Walk up in the club, like what’s yo dilemma?
Started taking shots but I am a beginner
Bottles in my both hands bitch
Twerk, we don’t slow dance to them slow jams
All my niggas in the club doing the money dance
Big booty clappin to the end, all night goddamn
(Bridge)
Money buy the power, I could buy all the real shit
I ain’t never been a liar
Walk up to yo bitch, told er I’d buy er
Nigga talk shit, I pull out the fire
Money buy the power, I could buy all the real shit
I ain’t never been a liar
Walk up to yo bitch, told er I’d buy er
Nigga talk shit, I pull out the fire
(Hook)
Bitch ‘cause I’m loose off the goose, goose
Loose off the goose, goose
Loose off the goose, goose
Real shit, I ain’t never been a liar
Bitches getting loose
Bitch ‘cause I’m loose off the goose, goose
Loose off the goose, goose
Loose off the goose, goose
Real shit, I ain’t never been a liar
Bitches getting loose
(Verse)
Loosing up in the backseat
Got killers on the street, bitch life ain’t a bitch
And his beach house ain’t cheap, got shooters like the heat
Real motherfuckin G’s, RIP Easy E
I T’d up, bitch let a nigga nut
We can shoot realer, just a bang for yo work
Right out niggas rough, it’s the thuggers ruggers bound
My niggas Rambo, Sylvester Stallone
Gone, got bars, ain’t gotta roam
If she ain’t giving dome I guess she gon be walking home
Click clack two heels, turn it, don’t make a noise
When I’m down south, niggas say I’m that boy
Good dawg, good for nothing but the cash
100 on the dash, molly in the stash, fuck a price tag
Smoke til I can’t see nothing, call it gas mask
She gon need a white flag when a nigga murder that ass
Loosing up in the backseat
Got killers on the street, bitch life ain’t a bitch
And his beach house ain’t cheap, got shooters like the heat
Real motherfuckin G’s, RIP Easy E
I T’d up, bitch let a nigga nut
We can shoot realer, just a bang for yo work
Right out niggas rough, it’s the thuggers ruggers bound
My niggas Rambo, Sylvester Stallone
Gone, got bars, ain’t gotta roam
If she ain’t giving dome I guess she gon be walking home
Click clack two heels, turn it, don’t make a noise
When I’m down south, niggas say I’m that boy
Good dawg, good for nothing but the cash
100 on the dash, molly in the stash, fuck a price tag
Smoke til I can’t see nothing, call it gas mask
She gon need a white flag when a nigga murder that ass
(Bridge)
Money buy the power, I could buy all the real shit
I ain’t never been a liar
Walk up to yo bitch, told er I’d buy er
Nigga talk shit, I pull out the fire
Money buy the power, I could buy all the real shit
I ain’t never been a liar
Walk up to yo bitch, told er I’d buy er
Nigga talk shit, I pull out the fire
(Hook)
Bitch ‘cause I’m loose off the goose, goose
Loose off the goose, goose
Loose off the goose, goose
Real shit, I ain’t never been a liar
Bitches getting loose
Bitch ‘cause I’m loose off the goose, goose
Loose off the goose, goose
Loose off the goose, goose
Real shit, I ain’t never been a liar
Bitches getting loose
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Bitches getting loose
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Real shit, I ain’t never been a liar
Bitches getting loose
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Bitches getting loose
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Real shit, I ain’t never been a liar
Bitches getting loose
Bitches getting loose
Real shit, I ain’t never been a liar
Bitches getting loose
Bitches getting loose
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Real shit, I ain’t never been a liar
Bitches getting loose
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Bitches getting loose
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Real shit, I ain’t never been a liar
Bitches getting loose
Bitches getting loose
Real shit, I ain’t never been a liar
Bitches getting loose
(Bridge)
Money buy the power, I could buy all the real shit
I ain’t never been a liar
Walk up to yo bitch, told er I’d buy er
Nigga talk shit, I pull out the fire
Money buy the power, I could buy all the real shit
I ain’t never been a liar
Walk up to yo bitch, told er I’d buy er
Nigga talk shit, I pull out the fire
Bitch ‘cause I’m loose off the goose
Tyga - 500 Degrees Ft. Lil Wayne Lyrics
Tyga - 500 Degrees Ft. Lil Wayne Lyrics:
(Verse)
T-Raww, fuck yall, money talk, dick large
Tyga in my backyard, bitches on my Footon
Dog house, no dog shoe, doubt Chris Paul
Walkin on the marble floor, take yo fuckin shoes off
Bitch this is Fox Verb, killin shit, fuck a hearse
I could show you my choppa works, she give me head but my head hurt
Deep throat til the bitch burp
Her best friend said let me at me, cousin Lurch
Smoking on that perf, get yo feelings hurt
At yo neck like a collar shirt, ball like a nerf, word!
Mo green nigga and smoking pot
Wanna see more? I’m that whore from that lil shop
Chop, butcher shot, open up yo top
All you see is gold watch, Rolls Royce road block
Sun roof fold up, chrome grill, gold mouth
Take a fuckin look around, look around
T-Raww, fuck yall, money talk, dick large
Tyga in my backyard, bitches on my Footon
Dog house, no dog shoe, doubt Chris Paul
Walkin on the marble floor, take yo fuckin shoes off
Bitch this is Fox Verb, killin shit, fuck a hearse
I could show you my choppa works, she give me head but my head hurt
Deep throat til the bitch burp
Her best friend said let me at me, cousin Lurch
Smoking on that perf, get yo feelings hurt
At yo neck like a collar shirt, ball like a nerf, word!
Mo green nigga and smoking pot
Wanna see more? I’m that whore from that lil shop
Chop, butcher shot, open up yo top
All you see is gold watch, Rolls Royce road block
Sun roof fold up, chrome grill, gold mouth
Take a fuckin look around, look around
(Hook)
Bitch I’m all you need
Ha! I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
Ha! I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn a bitch 500 degrees
Ha! I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
Ha! I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn a bitch 500 degrees
Bitch I’m all you need
Ha! I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
Ha! I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn a bitch 500 degrees
Ha! I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
Ha! I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn a bitch 500 degrees
(Verse)
Thrilla Manilla, I buy straight from the dealer
I’m politican in Paris, I’m buying statues and pillars
All from the Louvre nigga, mosaics from the museum
You niggas countin for DM, your bitch is in my DM
I never read em, weak bitch probly get sea sick
On the yacht, eat shrimp, see my name on the blim
I read T-Raww’s a pimp
Nigga I ain’t dancing but my hand on my hip
Full clip, movie shit, Bruce Wayne, Alfred
Niggas want a verse, can’t even get it how I live
I’m killin this shit and I’m killin yo mob
Over a set a time these shivers are mine
I murder this shit, just taking my time
Got bars, front gate, fake shot, blind date
Rolex time piece, ain’t got time for no bitch speech
1-20, that 6 be, pulling out, that’s all me
Just call me T-Papi, Papi
Thrilla Manilla, I buy straight from the dealer
I’m politican in Paris, I’m buying statues and pillars
All from the Louvre nigga, mosaics from the museum
You niggas countin for DM, your bitch is in my DM
I never read em, weak bitch probly get sea sick
On the yacht, eat shrimp, see my name on the blim
I read T-Raww’s a pimp
Nigga I ain’t dancing but my hand on my hip
Full clip, movie shit, Bruce Wayne, Alfred
Niggas want a verse, can’t even get it how I live
I’m killin this shit and I’m killin yo mob
Over a set a time these shivers are mine
I murder this shit, just taking my time
Got bars, front gate, fake shot, blind date
Rolex time piece, ain’t got time for no bitch speech
1-20, that 6 be, pulling out, that’s all me
Just call me T-Papi, Papi
(Hook)
Bitch I’m all you need
Ha! I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
Ha! I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn a bitch 500 degrees
Ha! I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
Ha! I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn a bitch 500 degrees
Bitch I’m all you need
Ha! I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
Ha! I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn a bitch 500 degrees
Ha! I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
Ha! I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn a bitch 500 degrees
(Verse)
Uh, Tunechi over bitches
Smoking color purple, blunt fat as Oprah Winfrey
I’m the nigga, the nigga nigga, the nigga nigga
I be snappin, I hope you get the bigger picture
I say fuck that nigga that you fuckin
She say that nigga rap, I say he couldn’t wrap a mummy
But let me pass the weed, and stop passin judgement
Before I have to beat em like a dick, he had it coming
Been eating so much pussy, man I’m starting to get chubby
Soon in motherfuckers, I’m they favorite subject
Goon stick in my pants, I’m bout to go witch huntin
I’m already loaded, these niggas still buffering
Ha, I fucked my girlfriend and her best friend
These niggas is lesbians
Don’t cross like a pedestrian, I’m getting head watching ESPN
She holding me and caressing me
Don’t hate the playa, hate the referee
If she here for me, I am definitely a necessity
Uh, Tunechi over bitches
Smoking color purple, blunt fat as Oprah Winfrey
I’m the nigga, the nigga nigga, the nigga nigga
I be snappin, I hope you get the bigger picture
I say fuck that nigga that you fuckin
She say that nigga rap, I say he couldn’t wrap a mummy
But let me pass the weed, and stop passin judgement
Before I have to beat em like a dick, he had it coming
Been eating so much pussy, man I’m starting to get chubby
Soon in motherfuckers, I’m they favorite subject
Goon stick in my pants, I’m bout to go witch huntin
I’m already loaded, these niggas still buffering
Ha, I fucked my girlfriend and her best friend
These niggas is lesbians
Don’t cross like a pedestrian, I’m getting head watching ESPN
She holding me and caressing me
Don’t hate the playa, hate the referee
If she here for me, I am definitely a necessity
(Hook)
Bitch I’m all you need
Ha! I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
Ha! I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn a bitch 500 degrees
Ha! I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
Ha! I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn a bitch 500 degrees
Bitch I’m all you need
Ha! I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
Ha! I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn a bitch 500 degrees
Ha! I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
Ha! I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn a bitch 500 degrees
Tyga - Diss Song Lyrics
Tyga - Diss Song Lyrics:
I ain’t tryna diss
you
I just wanna know the issue
I just wanna know the issue
Yea
I got shit on my mind
I got shit on my mind
(Verse)
First off, this song, missedly took it wrong
Bad intentions and all, don’t want the problem resolved
Heard it was you out making out with my dawg
Went to school together
Took the bus and all, back of flashin cars, tryna be a boss
Tryna fit in with the hustlers, they told us run along
Tryna learn to shoot dice, got my bike stolen dawg
You still wanna gang bang, ride deep in cars
Til I see the nigga wrong hat, now it’s head off
Picked up a notepad, bet you gon do the same
Looked down the shit I saw now, I don’t look at shit the same
Now how am I to blame for you choosin a life in made?
Nigga you a man too, why you mad at me?
Same gravity hold you down, that’s embarrassing
Your comments was hilarious, not even congratulations
Told niggas we’re related, even when I made it
Had nothing but good things to say about you even though you still hated
I know you think ‘cause this fame I’m probably jaded
Ain’t get a chance to see yo daughter, tell er have it but lady
For me, I don’t care if that car lease, you in it you own it
And that’s all me, being smart don’t mean cheap
You could take a life sitting in the driver’s seat
Take your shades off, I’m like
(Remember me?)
First off, this song, missedly took it wrong
Bad intentions and all, don’t want the problem resolved
Heard it was you out making out with my dawg
Went to school together
Took the bus and all, back of flashin cars, tryna be a boss
Tryna fit in with the hustlers, they told us run along
Tryna learn to shoot dice, got my bike stolen dawg
You still wanna gang bang, ride deep in cars
Til I see the nigga wrong hat, now it’s head off
Picked up a notepad, bet you gon do the same
Looked down the shit I saw now, I don’t look at shit the same
Now how am I to blame for you choosin a life in made?
Nigga you a man too, why you mad at me?
Same gravity hold you down, that’s embarrassing
Your comments was hilarious, not even congratulations
Told niggas we’re related, even when I made it
Had nothing but good things to say about you even though you still hated
I know you think ‘cause this fame I’m probably jaded
Ain’t get a chance to see yo daughter, tell er have it but lady
For me, I don’t care if that car lease, you in it you own it
And that’s all me, being smart don’t mean cheap
You could take a life sitting in the driver’s seat
Take your shades off, I’m like
(Remember me?)
(Hook)
I ain’t tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
If you know what you say then say who you are
We ain’t gotta take it this far
So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song
They just wanted this song, tell em play this song
I ain’t tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
Listen to this song
I ain’t tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
If you know what you say then say who you are
We ain’t gotta take it this far
So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song
They just wanted this song, tell em play this song
I ain’t tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
Listen to this song
(Verse)
Lookin at my story, breakin down my glory
Judging my highlights when it’s shots like Ory
Always tryin to take from me, criticize, hate on me
Wanna call me fake cuz you really can’t relate to me
Your remarks, playin league out of character
Your social past couldn’t make a dollar in America
On your keyboard cuz I blew up like a keloid
Me boy, why you niggas gotta be a kill joy?
I gave you niggas something to ride to
Gave you niggas something to get fly to
Gave you niggas something to die to
Niggas want the fast life, barely in the drive through
I advise you, do what yo life allow you to
You’re a fan nigga? It’s cool, I was once too
All that feedback, really don’t need that
You like it? Buy it,
You don’t? don’t cop it
Catid, it be great but my eyes lit
Ignorance is bliss so I can’t blame yo ignorance
It’s irrelevant, I’m relevant
I’m big event so go ahead and vent
I’m big event so go ahead and vent
Lookin at my story, breakin down my glory
Judging my highlights when it’s shots like Ory
Always tryin to take from me, criticize, hate on me
Wanna call me fake cuz you really can’t relate to me
Your remarks, playin league out of character
Your social past couldn’t make a dollar in America
On your keyboard cuz I blew up like a keloid
Me boy, why you niggas gotta be a kill joy?
I gave you niggas something to ride to
Gave you niggas something to get fly to
Gave you niggas something to die to
Niggas want the fast life, barely in the drive through
I advise you, do what yo life allow you to
You’re a fan nigga? It’s cool, I was once too
All that feedback, really don’t need that
You like it? Buy it,
You don’t? don’t cop it
Catid, it be great but my eyes lit
Ignorance is bliss so I can’t blame yo ignorance
It’s irrelevant, I’m relevant
I’m big event so go ahead and vent
I’m big event so go ahead and vent
(Hook)
I ain’t tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
If you know what you say then say who you are
We ain’t gotta take it this far
So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song
They just wanted this song, tell em play this song
I ain’t tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
I ain’t tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
If you know what you say then say who you are
We ain’t gotta take it this far
So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song
They just wanted this song, tell em play this song
I ain’t tryna diss you
I just wanna know the issue
Listen to this
song
Listen to this song
This song
If you know what you say then say who you are
We ain’t gotta take it this far
I ain’t tryna diss you
I ain’t tryna diss you
Tell em play this song
I ain’t tryna diss you
Make a diss song
Tell em play this song
This song
This song
Listen to this song
This song
If you know what you say then say who you are
We ain’t gotta take it this far
I ain’t tryna diss you
I ain’t tryna diss you
Tell em play this song
I ain’t tryna diss you
Make a diss song
Tell em play this song
This song
This song
(Verse)
Birds ring, let the birds sing
Had to sacrifice, never knew what pain will bring
This moment of clarity
I do it for my auntie’s nephew, never had a niece
They call it spoken word, don’t want it to speak
Don’t mix the colors with whites as if it was bleach
Back of the bus, niggas fightin over window seats
Tryna compete, T-Raww’s
Make this idea complete
Ryan just got killed, who is there to blame?
God rest his soul, tryna protect his gold chain
It’s rules to the shit, but just it ain’t a game
Give or take, niggas still gon violate
Not up for discussion, nobody cockin and bussin
You tough? It’s always someone tougher sayin fuck me some public law
Bussin, I kept it 1000 to be exact
Went from hood racks to Maybachs, how hood is that?
Blacks on the wall, wall, my stick on gap
Backpack backpack backpack, rap whenever was that
Niggas fire arms like they fuckin fist gone
These simple heartbeats, that’s a real diss song
Birds ring, let the birds sing
Had to sacrifice, never knew what pain will bring
This moment of clarity
I do it for my auntie’s nephew, never had a niece
They call it spoken word, don’t want it to speak
Don’t mix the colors with whites as if it was bleach
Back of the bus, niggas fightin over window seats
Tryna compete, T-Raww’s
Make this idea complete
Ryan just got killed, who is there to blame?
God rest his soul, tryna protect his gold chain
It’s rules to the shit, but just it ain’t a game
Give or take, niggas still gon violate
Not up for discussion, nobody cockin and bussin
You tough? It’s always someone tougher sayin fuck me some public law
Bussin, I kept it 1000 to be exact
Went from hood racks to Maybachs, how hood is that?
Blacks on the wall, wall, my stick on gap
Backpack backpack backpack, rap whenever was that
Niggas fire arms like they fuckin fist gone
These simple heartbeats, that’s a real diss song
Motherfucker
Tyga - Show You Ft. Future Lyrics
Tyga - Show You Ft. Future Lyrics:
(Hook)
I’m just trying to get to know you
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
(No doubt, no doubt)
You’re so scared of failure
(Don’t wanna let it go)
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
(No doubt, no doubt)
You’re so scared of failure
(Don’t wanna let it go)
I’m just trying to get to know you
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
(No doubt, no doubt)
You’re so scared of failure
(Don’t wanna let it go)
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
(No doubt, no doubt)
You’re so scared of failure
(Don’t wanna let it go)
(Verse)
That pussy man, that’s anytime
Man I get in when I call
She said couldn’t pick a better time
I know is early, just got back in town
I’mma be there in a minute, drop that towel and it’s going down
Swirl up on yo block, all the niggas watch
Little things, tell you you pretty, know you get that a lot
Odds from a distance, his and hers gold watch
Everybody seen you, whether not them heels sold out
Invest that time, I respect yo grind
Don’t keep each other in the dark cause the sun gon shine
Don’t wanna rush it right, put that ass fine
But for now let’s just vibe ‘cause
That pussy man, that’s anytime
Man I get in when I call
She said couldn’t pick a better time
I know is early, just got back in town
I’mma be there in a minute, drop that towel and it’s going down
Swirl up on yo block, all the niggas watch
Little things, tell you you pretty, know you get that a lot
Odds from a distance, his and hers gold watch
Everybody seen you, whether not them heels sold out
Invest that time, I respect yo grind
Don’t keep each other in the dark cause the sun gon shine
Don’t wanna rush it right, put that ass fine
But for now let’s just vibe ‘cause
(Hook)
I’m just trying to get to know you
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
(No doubt, no doubt)
You’re so scared of failure
(Don’t wanna let it go)
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
(No doubt, no doubt)
You’re so scared of failure
(Don’t wanna let it go)
I’m just trying to get to know you
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
(No doubt, no doubt)
You’re so scared of failure
(Don’t wanna let it go)
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
(No doubt, no doubt)
You’re so scared of failure
(Don’t wanna let it go)
(Verse)
I see you working on yo body, getting ready for summer
I just got a new phone and I lost yo number
Nut I’mma get it cuz it’s that important
Had hit up your so called friends, man them bitches annoying
I’m on the road, tell me what you doin
I got that old love for you, don’t let it ruin
How bout you come see LA like a Bruin,
Focus on what we got going, not what everybody else doing
Friday, Friday, party like it’s yo birthday
They on the same thing and we changed up, they thirsty
She drop the top, California never rains
I feel your love and pain, it’s crazy baby ‘cause
I see you working on yo body, getting ready for summer
I just got a new phone and I lost yo number
Nut I’mma get it cuz it’s that important
Had hit up your so called friends, man them bitches annoying
I’m on the road, tell me what you doin
I got that old love for you, don’t let it ruin
How bout you come see LA like a Bruin,
Focus on what we got going, not what everybody else doing
Friday, Friday, party like it’s yo birthday
They on the same thing and we changed up, they thirsty
She drop the top, California never rains
I feel your love and pain, it’s crazy baby ‘cause
(Hook)
I’m just trying to get to know you
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
(No doubt, no doubt)
You’re so scared of failure
(Don’t wanna let it go)
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
(No doubt, no doubt)
You’re so scared of failure
(Don’t wanna let it go)
I’m just trying to get to know you
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
(No doubt, no doubt)
You’re so scared of failure
(Don’t wanna let it go)
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
(No doubt, no doubt)
You’re so scared of failure
(Don’t wanna let it go)
(Bridge)
It’s like you up and walked in my life out of nowhere
(Where you come from?)
And if I lie you today girl that wouldn’t be fair
I wanna take you round the globe
Let me show you off everywhere
And eventually I want us to take it there
Oh, yea
It’s like you up and walked in my life out of nowhere
(Where you come from?)
And if I lie you today girl that wouldn’t be fair
I wanna take you round the globe
Let me show you off everywhere
And eventually I want us to take it there
Oh, yea
(Hook)
I’m just trying to get to know you
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
(No doubt, no doubt)
You’re so scared of failure
(Don’t wanna let it go)
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
(No doubt, no doubt)
You’re so scared of failure
I’m just trying to get to know you
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
(No doubt, no doubt)
You’re so scared of failure
(Don’t wanna let it go)
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s some things I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
(No doubt, no doubt)
You’re so scared of failure
I’m just trying to get to know you
There’s some things I wanna show you
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
You’re so scared of failure
There’s some things I wanna show you
There’s some things I wanna show you
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
You’re so scared of failure
There’s some things I wanna show you
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
You’re so scared of failure
There’s some things I wanna show you
There’s some things I wanna show you
There’s a lot I wanna tell you
You’re so scared of failure
Tyga - It Neva Rains Ft Game Lyrics
Tyga - It Neva Rains Lyrics:
(Chorus)
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
(Verse)
Fresh off the runway, today gon be a good day
Her first time in La, she heard bout Secret Sunday
Party on rove top, convertible drop top
Want the Axel Foley life, talkin Beverly Hills cop
2 shots, we sip a lot, one shot, that’s all you got
She just wanna be on the scene, stuntin in parking lots
First time she feel at home, second time did it wrong
Third time’s a charm, now she ready for it all
I place my bets high, no time for actin shy
Start about a life on stage, don’t close yo eyes
Thinkin rodeo drive, sweets at the lama ties
Oh she fly but it’s gon take more and we ain’t tired
Hoping that they gon come, she’s saving up her ones
Saying she love to hustle, champagne for fun
A New York stripper, said she left her nigga
La won’t tip er, she runnin back to that nigga
I told er
Fresh off the runway, today gon be a good day
Her first time in La, she heard bout Secret Sunday
Party on rove top, convertible drop top
Want the Axel Foley life, talkin Beverly Hills cop
2 shots, we sip a lot, one shot, that’s all you got
She just wanna be on the scene, stuntin in parking lots
First time she feel at home, second time did it wrong
Third time’s a charm, now she ready for it all
I place my bets high, no time for actin shy
Start about a life on stage, don’t close yo eyes
Thinkin rodeo drive, sweets at the lama ties
Oh she fly but it’s gon take more and we ain’t tired
Hoping that they gon come, she’s saving up her ones
Saying she love to hustle, champagne for fun
A New York stripper, said she left her nigga
La won’t tip er, she runnin back to that nigga
I told er
(Chorus)
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
(It neva rains in Southern California)
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
(It neva rains in Southern California)
It neva rains in Southern California
(Verse)
Wake up the flies and she know it’s me
Swear to God that body perfect like them rosaries
She got me Skyping when I’m overseas
Swiping when I’m overseas, Chanel with the codeces
Berkin make er twerk it, I pop it while she workin
Niggas poppin in bands when she walk out by them curtains
Make yo rainin honest cuz I swear that she deserve it
Nowhere to nothing, nigga money longer than that suburban
Love er but she a stripper, magnum wrapped just like a turban
We just out further here, I’m going deep enough to hurt it
Yea she a squirter, that pussy homicide
And my dick can murder, The Lake Suicide
And I click on purpose, we fuckin Oceanside
Keep er wetted in them surface and whenever she resurface
It’s tighter than a virgin, like a melon when it’s swell up
Whenever she in Cali no need for the umbrella ‘cause
Wake up the flies and she know it’s me
Swear to God that body perfect like them rosaries
She got me Skyping when I’m overseas
Swiping when I’m overseas, Chanel with the codeces
Berkin make er twerk it, I pop it while she workin
Niggas poppin in bands when she walk out by them curtains
Make yo rainin honest cuz I swear that she deserve it
Nowhere to nothing, nigga money longer than that suburban
Love er but she a stripper, magnum wrapped just like a turban
We just out further here, I’m going deep enough to hurt it
Yea she a squirter, that pussy homicide
And my dick can murder, The Lake Suicide
And I click on purpose, we fuckin Oceanside
Keep er wetted in them surface and whenever she resurface
It’s tighter than a virgin, like a melon when it’s swell up
Whenever she in Cali no need for the umbrella ‘cause
(Chorus)
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains, no
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains here
It neva rains in Southern California
Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains, no
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains here
It neva rains in Southern California
Southern California
(Bridge)
To live and die in LA
Shout out y nigga Game
West Coast shit
Shout out to Pow 106
Supportin the movement, yea
Shout out to all the west coast rappers
Keepin this LA shit alive one day at a time baby
I see yall
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
I’m right here with yall in LA
Yea
It’s real shit
Shout out to everybody on they fashion tip
Make sure you check out that last kinky store on fair fact baby
Yea, we doing it big, we doing it big
To live and die in LA
Shout out y nigga Game
West Coast shit
Shout out to Pow 106
Supportin the movement, yea
Shout out to all the west coast rappers
Keepin this LA shit alive one day at a time baby
I see yall
Ain’t no place I’d rather be
I’m right here with yall in LA
Yea
It’s real shit
Shout out to everybody on they fashion tip
Make sure you check out that last kinky store on fair fact baby
Yea, we doing it big, we doing it big
(Chorus)
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
It neva rains in Southern California
Tyga - M.O.E. Ft. Wiz Khalifa Lyrics
Tyga - M.O.E. Ft. Wiz Khalifa Lyrics:
(Bridge)
Wake up in the morning feeling so damn good
I made music so good today
Me and my niggas bout to kick it with some bitches
And you know we bout to roll some trees
I’m feelin it, you feelin it
I’m feelin it, you feelin it
Wake up in the morning feeling so damn good
I made music so good today
Me and my niggas bout to kick it with some bitches
And you know we bout to roll some trees
I’m feelin it, you feelin it
I’m feelin it, you feelin it
(Hook)
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
(Verse)
Taking my time to perfect the beats
And I still got love for the streets
Keen gold chains and my nigga Wiz Khalif
Got trip in a drink, couple bad bitches, they just want VIP
You a playa fo real? Don’t bring around me
Got girls left up in the backseat
Runnin like attract me, that’s me,
Leather on the 6th speed
Love it when she got her own shit together
Got shit to lose, then she with whatever
Always out of town, she my distant lover
Only pull in driveways with tints and better
Gold rims, we ghetto, on the chase for cheddar
From a jet runway, I can land wherever
Make more in a day than your salary
Nigga why you mad at me? Talk cheap
I don’t lose sleep, man I…
Taking my time to perfect the beats
And I still got love for the streets
Keen gold chains and my nigga Wiz Khalif
Got trip in a drink, couple bad bitches, they just want VIP
You a playa fo real? Don’t bring around me
Got girls left up in the backseat
Runnin like attract me, that’s me,
Leather on the 6th speed
Love it when she got her own shit together
Got shit to lose, then she with whatever
Always out of town, she my distant lover
Only pull in driveways with tints and better
Gold rims, we ghetto, on the chase for cheddar
From a jet runway, I can land wherever
Make more in a day than your salary
Nigga why you mad at me? Talk cheap
I don’t lose sleep, man I…
(Bridge)
Wake up in the morning feeling so damn good
I made music so good today
Me and my niggas bout to kick it with some bitches
And you know we bout to roll some trees
I’m feelin it, you feelin it
I’m feelin it, you feelin it
Wake up in the morning feeling so damn good
I made music so good today
Me and my niggas bout to kick it with some bitches
And you know we bout to roll some trees
I’m feelin it, you feelin it
I’m feelin it, you feelin it
(Hook)
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
(Verse)
I roll up that Mary J, my favorite song playin
My clothes from the runway, my kush come from the land
You’s a baller or a hustler then you know what I’m sayin
Them haters they talkin, hear em talk, I don’t care
I’m rollin, probably do a 95, smoking getting mighty high
Rolling weed since ’99, smoke so much I’ll probably fly
If I don’t smoke I’ll probably die
I’m holding, gripping on the steering wheel, listening to my favorite jam
Ridin through Hollywood, I’m feeling like the fuckin man
Hundred grand to see me, kinda fore I go to sleep
That’s why I…
I roll up that Mary J, my favorite song playin
My clothes from the runway, my kush come from the land
You’s a baller or a hustler then you know what I’m sayin
Them haters they talkin, hear em talk, I don’t care
I’m rollin, probably do a 95, smoking getting mighty high
Rolling weed since ’99, smoke so much I’ll probably fly
If I don’t smoke I’ll probably die
I’m holding, gripping on the steering wheel, listening to my favorite jam
Ridin through Hollywood, I’m feeling like the fuckin man
Hundred grand to see me, kinda fore I go to sleep
That’s why I…
(Bridge)
Wake up in the morning feeling so damn good
I made music so good today
Me and my niggas bout to kick it with some bitches
And you know we bout to roll some trees
I’m feelin it, you feelin it
I’m feelin it, you feelin it
Wake up in the morning feeling so damn good
I made music so good today
Me and my niggas bout to kick it with some bitches
And you know we bout to roll some trees
I’m feelin it, you feelin it
I’m feelin it, you feelin it
(Hook)
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E.
Music over everything
(Verse)
Drive fast til I’m out of gas
Getting money like this, can’t look back
She a one night stand, tryna make it last
But I be out of town soon as I hit that
15 stacks runways, living lavish, big carrots
You ain’t getting money like that
I put rhymes on the beat, T-Rawws on the feet
Don’t hate me ‘cause I’m where you wanna be
I do mostly what the minimum do
So my girls might be yours times 22
Ride 22 2’s and I chunk up the deuce
Everything great like a nigga Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her dress seem through
She just tryna make it
Guess you gotta do what you gotta do
Shit I ain’t gonna judge you
But don’t expect me to love you, feelin it?
Drive fast til I’m out of gas
Getting money like this, can’t look back
She a one night stand, tryna make it last
But I be out of town soon as I hit that
15 stacks runways, living lavish, big carrots
You ain’t getting money like that
I put rhymes on the beat, T-Rawws on the feet
Don’t hate me ‘cause I’m where you wanna be
I do mostly what the minimum do
So my girls might be yours times 22
Ride 22 2’s and I chunk up the deuce
Everything great like a nigga Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her dress seem through
She just tryna make it
Guess you gotta do what you gotta do
Shit I ain’t gonna judge you
But don’t expect me to love you, feelin it?
Tyga - Hijack Ft. 2 Chainz Lyrics
Tyga - Hijack Ft. 2 Chainz Lyrics:
(Hook: Tyga)
Pussy, money, – weed got all that
Nigga talk shit – get your head cracked
Riding with the racks, thang on my lap
Steal your bitch, call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that
Nigga talk shit, get your head cracked
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that
Pussy, money, – weed got all that
Nigga talk shit – get your head cracked
Riding with the racks, thang on my lap
Steal your bitch, call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that
Nigga talk shit, get your head cracked
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that
(Verse 1: Tyga)
It’s the hooligan, drop top one shot shooter
Money on my mind, bitch, I’m all about the mulah
Motherfucking beast, bitch, call me King Koopa
Got bitches like hooters
We ain’t smokin that hookah
Big kush, paparazzi in the bush
Mobb Deep, now they shook, got a castle full of crooks
Hijack like the hook, all the bitches wanna fuck
I’m a good ass nigga, I dont need no luck
Good molly, partying in the after party
Pull up in the Rolls but I’m leaving in a red Rari
All my niggas gettin money like shotties
Black mafia shit, young Gotti
It’s the hooligan, drop top one shot shooter
Money on my mind, bitch, I’m all about the mulah
Motherfucking beast, bitch, call me King Koopa
Got bitches like hooters
We ain’t smokin that hookah
Big kush, paparazzi in the bush
Mobb Deep, now they shook, got a castle full of crooks
Hijack like the hook, all the bitches wanna fuck
I’m a good ass nigga, I dont need no luck
Good molly, partying in the after party
Pull up in the Rolls but I’m leaving in a red Rari
All my niggas gettin money like shotties
Black mafia shit, young Gotti
(Hook: Tyga)
Pussy, money, – weed got all that
Nigga talk shit – get your head cracked
Riding with the racks, thang on my lap
Steal your bitch, call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that
Nigga talk shit, get your head cracked
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that
Pussy, money, – weed got all that
Nigga talk shit – get your head cracked
Riding with the racks, thang on my lap
Steal your bitch, call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that
Nigga talk shit, get your head cracked
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that
(Verse 2: 2 Chainz)
If you believe in having sex say me too (me too)
I’m riding in my roof look see-through
I got fours on the big like pre-school
Marijuana, money, Amber Johnny
I got plaques on my walls, you got gingivitis
Still sell a brick like I won’t retire
Hijack your bitch, steal your wife
Man my chopper go hyphy, you got your bitch in some Nikes
I got my bitch with some doctors and she saying she like it
We were down in Paris, keeping it Effin
Youse was at home, keeping it tryphy
If you believe in having sex say me too (me too)
I’m riding in my roof look see-through
I got fours on the big like pre-school
Marijuana, money, Amber Johnny
I got plaques on my walls, you got gingivitis
Still sell a brick like I won’t retire
Hijack your bitch, steal your wife
Man my chopper go hyphy, you got your bitch in some Nikes
I got my bitch with some doctors and she saying she like it
We were down in Paris, keeping it Effin
Youse was at home, keeping it tryphy
(Hook: Tyga)
Pussy, money, – weed got all that
Nigga talk shit – get your head cracked
Riding with the racks, thang on my lap
Steal your bitch, call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that
Nigga talk shit, get your head cracked
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that
Pussy, money, – weed got all that
Nigga talk shit – get your head cracked
Riding with the racks, thang on my lap
Steal your bitch, call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that
Nigga talk shit, get your head cracked
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that
All that
Pussy, money, weed – got all that
All that
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that
All that
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Tyga - Get Rich Lyrics
Tyga - Get Rich Lyrics:
(Intro)
Have it, money gotta have it!
Quit bappin
Have it, money gotta have it!
Quit bappin
(Bridge x2)
Uh, getting money is a habit
Nice cars at the crib, gotta have it
Uh, and this is something for your bad bitch
One time I’mma show you how to get rich!
Uh, getting money is a habit
Nice cars at the crib, gotta have it
Uh, and this is something for your bad bitch
One time I’mma show you how to get rich!
(Hook)
Uh, show you how to get rich
Uh, show you how to get rich
Uh, getting money is a habit
Nice cars ant the crib, gotta have it!
Uh, show you how to get rich
Uh, show you how to get rich
Uh, getting money is a habit
Nice cars ant the crib, gotta have it!
(Verse)
Huh, I ain’t fucking with no plane Janes
Getting head on the plane, call it head space
Uh, need legs space, make her knees shake
She been twerkin all night, she gon need a break!
Uh, goddamn, the pre, the beat bang
Trading hoes like players, need a coach name
T frog game, nigga last king
Nigga hating cause I’m balling, telling more shame
Rack city, triple X, 10 mill, baby
Used to be balling, now I’m Bill Gating.
Hater shot bitch cause I’m inpatient
Living life like a king, man it’s so amazing!
Huh, I ain’t fucking with no plane Janes
Getting head on the plane, call it head space
Uh, need legs space, make her knees shake
She been twerkin all night, she gon need a break!
Uh, goddamn, the pre, the beat bang
Trading hoes like players, need a coach name
T frog game, nigga last king
Nigga hating cause I’m balling, telling more shame
Rack city, triple X, 10 mill, baby
Used to be balling, now I’m Bill Gating.
Hater shot bitch cause I’m inpatient
Living life like a king, man it’s so amazing!
(Bridge)
Uh, getting money is a habit
Nice cars at the crib, gotta have it
Uh, and this is something for your bad bitch
One time I’mma show you how to get rich!
Uh, getting money is a habit
Nice cars at the crib, gotta have it
Uh, and this is something for your bad bitch
One time I’mma show you how to get rich!
(Hook)
Uh, show you how to get rich
Uh, show you how to get rich
Uh, getting money is a habit
Nice cars ant the crib, gotta have it!
Uh, show you how to get rich
Uh, show you how to get rich
Uh, getting money is a habit
Nice cars ant the crib, gotta have it!
(Verse)
Uh, 9th grade used to play hooky
Told your bitch I’ll pass when on that drop pussy
I don’t need your pussy, I get too much pussy
Fucked her in the kitchen, kept a full cooking.
Uh, 22 young millionaire
Crib in Bel Air, all the bitches stare
T-Rawws on, you should cup a pair
No house phone cause I’m never there
I fucked her best friend and I saw love
Cause I get her best friends all in the club
Niggas pulled up, bitches all drugged
And all she wanna do it is fuck with a thug
Uh, 9th grade used to play hooky
Told your bitch I’ll pass when on that drop pussy
I don’t need your pussy, I get too much pussy
Fucked her in the kitchen, kept a full cooking.
Uh, 22 young millionaire
Crib in Bel Air, all the bitches stare
T-Rawws on, you should cup a pair
No house phone cause I’m never there
I fucked her best friend and I saw love
Cause I get her best friends all in the club
Niggas pulled up, bitches all drugged
And all she wanna do it is fuck with a thug
(Bridge x2)
Uh, getting money is a habit
Nice cars at the crib, gotta have it
Uh, and this is something for your bad bitch
One time I’mma show you how to get rich!
Uh, getting money is a habit
Nice cars at the crib, gotta have it
Uh, and this is something for your bad bitch
One time I’mma show you how to get rich!
(Hook)
Uh, show you how to get rich
Uh, show you how to get rich
Uh, getting money is a habit
Nice cars ant the crib, gotta have it!
Uh, show you how to get rich
Uh, show you how to get rich
Uh, getting money is a habit
Nice cars ant the crib, gotta have it!
So amazing!
Living life like a king – so amazing!
Living life like a king – so amazing!
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