Tyga Feat. Gudda Gudda - Bad Bitches Lyrics

Tyga Feat. Gudda Gudda - Bad Bitches

All day long, do it like Tony
Fuck her friend, then I pass her 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
Fuck her friend, then I pass her to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only

Well it's that nigga you call T-raw
Runnin' that money like May, dawg
Yeas she game that blowjob, then she getting' laid off
I ain't got no time ho, stop blowin' up my cell phone
Sweatin' me like hadband, call that bitch Rondo
I'm fresher than the prom ho, teacher, we don't fly coach
She fuckin' but she act dumb, kick her out my condo
Real G, Last King, Young Money ballin'
I give her a couple of shots
And then she turned an alcoholic
Metaphorically or a toilet
And I'm shittin' on your foreheads
2 girls 1 cup, yup, we did it again Last King, YMCMB
I don't pay for bitches, bitches pay me uhhhh

All day long, do it like Tony
Fuck her friend, then I pass her 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
Fuck her friend, then I pass her to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only

Knock knock, who the fuck is there?
Sign on my dick that say bad bitches come in here
Make a freak whore, detour,
Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard
All I do is dick em', I don't tip em' like a stripper
Man I gotta' ton of chicks under my belt
Like a zipper, yeah, walk up in the club
Pick em' out and then I pick em' off
Pick em' up and knock em' down
And then I drop em' off, I'ma dog
Keep you girl from around my type
Or she'll be milbox material, and missin' for the night
Man this shit is just that easy
When yo' pockets sittin' right
I turn my bed into a stage
And let yo' bitch rock on a mic

Uhhh
All day long, do it like Tony
Fuck her friend, then I pass her 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
Fuck her friend, then I pass her to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only.

Tyga - Real Or Fake Lyrics

Tyga - Real Or Fake

Kill a flow … last king…
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…
Yeah, I’m the first to last, alpha, omega,
I ain’t trying to talk, bitch I’m concentrating!
Under …words around are ringing,
She won’t play no game, she blew me like a Sega.
Hundred dollars I know my tax,
Twenty thousand I know my tax,
No lie, I’ve got twenty thousand…
Go yard everywhere, bitch I’m….
Young money run a shit, you niggers just jogging,
… I’m posted in Toronto, eyes so bright, diamonds….
Oh, fine bottles, oh…,
..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, niggers 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, niggers call me real or fake,
Yeah, real or fake, bitch!

Hide it in the summer…
South bitch… blue,
Cherry pot let the seeds…on tomato soup,
German shepherd in my engine, blocking at you scary bitches,
Best defense, nigger money, keep it!
Had a couple tickets, I was young…
..slamming nigger, big show pick ‘em.
I’m on my….
I don’t ask questions, I fake a shit down,
Multiplying…
..had a dinner, fucking…
Put that bitch on… cause she talking like she….
Too much, our niggers say…
I was on a tour with daddy …
But it’s young money …
Tyga.. , nigger 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 - Don't Wake Me Up Lyrics

Tyga - Don't Wake Me Up

MBN’s in my trouble bag ..what a first class destination France
Fascinated by my watch hypnotic trance we’re on a jets coat skin
with exotic fish, I like a fresh seat on my play
cruel ship ‘cause the dollar levitate yours like a CNP
slower than a ..face pop shake ..dance move your body like a snake
is so Gucci when dollars is flowing poor .. b*tches ..living in a moment
Tell your mother you’re good, I’m a rap star ..pay the hood
Took the top of back .. back car, back man scarf
Bruce .. in a flash mister out front house guess .. bad with the ginnie..
Always ..when you don’t give a f*ck.

Chorus:
So don’t wake nigga up, don’t wake nigga up,
Mother f*cker I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming , I’m dreaming.
Don’t wake nigga up, don’t wake nigga up,
Mother f*cker I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming , I’m dreaming.

...waking up in Vegas
Some girls look like Katy Perry said we have ..naked
The hangover can’t remember should we barely made it
House keep .. for the .. tight ..penthouse guess level
we all got sweets niggas all ..
Turn the jazz on said she 32 but she like em young
Real milf she blow me like bubble yum
..don’t spit nigga ..done
Ten minutes..beating like a drum
We all getting late tonight it’s a ..night
When .. over time, prime time on your ..light
why MCMB that’s Tyga ..
Last king covered in gold, you see me .. so nigga don’t

Chorus:
Don’t wake nigga up, don’t wake nigga up,
Mother f*cker I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming , I’m dreaming.
Don’t wake nigga up, don’t wake nigga up,
Mother f*cker I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming , I’m dreaming.

Tyga Feat. Stefano Moses - Storm Lyrics

Tyga Feat. Stefano Moses - Storm

[Chorus]
The city's coming at your city
New York's a walking for D.C.
And all the smiles, screaming this could be, this could be
… can you make? The devil owns this reality
And all the smiles, screaming this could be, this could be, storm

I 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, … 4 5, the innocent die … can't judge life
Never did so I live fast at night
Wonder why they breathe hate through their wind pipe
Motherfuckers wanna take us then they give advice
Niggers left me now I'm living right
Trying to cheat death with a trick dice
… yo man it's me, hit this … been here some of handling
I see your door like a analyst, … the water big …like a pelican
I'm in a different broads fucking in 4 cars within a … color benz,
I ain't got a heart
No lust, see the cupid when it dark things you had to park
Motherfucker don't walk past dark
What the fuck is illuminati, all niggers with money
…get the power light, stand tall tower light
Gotta fight, can't let them take our life

[Chorus]
The city's coming at your city
New York's a walking for D.C.
And all the smiles, screaming this could be, this could be
… can you make? The devil owns this reality
And all the smiles, screaming this could be, this could be, storm

Take a step …
Rumors come and go faster than the whirlwind
World pro bitches are getting' sucked in
Booty model shake your ass but you're broke bitch
Man you niggers ain't brawling in the … pen
Riding on the black mag I'm a crook yeah
Last 10 years they give me space like the movement
Cream get the money when I see like cold where
Bullshit who shit nigger are gallery flow pen and under globe
Use the colored globe nigger I'm a …
Levitator pro, criss when he spoke, keep … your dough
Hit the flow like … boy with the globe
Turn away but the … 's not far, race against the arts
Race don't matter when you dead or start praying to the gods
Don't let me die so young

[Chorus]
The city's coming at your city
New York's walking for D.C.
And all the smiles, screaming this could be, this could be
… can you made? The devil owns this reality
And all the smiles, screaming this could be, this could be
You're to brave, who will pave that … honor things
Like the stars you are far and you're bad to the …
Storm, storm.

Tyga - We Up Lyrics

Tyga - We 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 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.

Chris Brown - Tyga - Regular Girl Lyrics

Chris Brown - Tyga - Regular Girl

[Verse: Tyga]
Picture Life In The Movie Frame
Smiles In Your Face But Every Body Fake
Tryna Claim A Role, Acting On The Stage
The World Wanna Show And We All The Play
Just To Say, Why Didn't You Want Me Yesterday
I Blacked Out, Got Some Change, Now They Feeling Me
Couple Chains, Gold Chains On, Mr Tee
They See Me Low Key So Nxgga Don't Bother Me
I Wanna Relax With Some Time, All Just For Me
Cause Lately I Been Meeting Girls, Chasing Me
Wanted The Spotlight, Damn She Spotted Me
Dang You Bad Baby, Let Me Tell You One Thing

[Chris Brown & Tyga:]
You Got It (I Like How You ?)
And I Need It (I Really, Really Want It)
Can I Get (Oh)
Your Love
Girl I'm On It (I'm Really, Really On It)
Til Morning (I Be Up In the Morning)
What I Gotta Do To Make You (I Just Want This)

[Chorus:]
I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl, When I Get Home Yeaa

[Verse: Chris Brown]
The Fame Don't Mean Nothing, Neither Does The Money
I Just Want My Friend Right Here With Me
The Light Will Fade Away, No Matter How Hard I Grind
Today Ain't The Day, So I'm Just Gonna Live My Life
All Day Long, Same Shit Different Video
All Them Silly Games, I Don't Wanna Play No More

[Chris Brown & Tyga:]
You Got It (I Like How You ?)
And I Need It (I Really, Really Want It)
Can I Get (Oh)
Your Love
Girl I'm On It (I'm Really, Really On It)
Til Morning (I Be Up In the Morning)
What I Gotta Do To Make You (I Just Want This)

[Chorus:]
I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl, When I Get Home Yeaa

Tyga - Really Raw Lyrics

Tyga - Really Raw (Ft. Pharrell, The Game & Snoop Dogg)

[Tyga]
Uh, in this world after one thing
Get ya money man, like ya uncle told me
Haven’t slept since, cause my dreams real big
I aint even rich yet, so get up off my d-ck bitch
Oh shit haters through the mist, on some g-shit
Low clip, pop gun, hot toast, noodle shit
You a little noodle drip, watch a shark eat the fish
Ever seen piranha, it’s like the movie jaws again
Leave a n-gga barbershop, chop his top, head gone
Too fly, three strong, nick name, gold bones
What the f-ck you boys want
Roll on you like a joint
Talk behind a n-gga back but muthaf-cka don’t you point

[Pharrell]
KFC by the bucket, thats really raw
AK’s you can’t tuck it, thats really raw
Watching porno’s on the iPad, thats really raw
Lamourghini’s with the wide baggage, really raw

[Tyga]
It’s that raw from the crippers, pyru’s and strippers
Homie, you could tip her, but I already get her
Harder than I did her, same sh-t, get no different
Aint no fun if the homies can’t hit it
Bitches, ice cold heart make you shiver
I got the flow, make summer turn winter
Ch-ch-chilly raw cheese stick made up in Philly
I come in peace like a hippy
Piece on my chain, grandma say that silly
The new sports car, retard, Timmy
Watching porno’s on the ipad, illy
Tryna follow my style, don’t get dizzy muthaf-cka what you know ’bout

[Pharrell]
Jerseys with the stealers, thats really raw
20 n-ggas on four wheelers, thats really raw
Going green, thats so cool, thats really raw
My jacket smell like jet fuel, it’s killing y’all

[Snoop]
Just bought a ’77 baby blue cadillac
Run it down, set it off, let it off, get back
Diss this twist, this is one of my flavas
Guerilla’s, lions and tigers, they all of my neighbours
Swinging from a vine, like step in my limelight
My kids and my wife and my life got my mind right
Now, what do you do when they spray with the AK
Retaliate n-gga cause ya life full of melee
We got the heat for the street, let me that dough
Ya boy talkin like we don’t know
Blast pass with the forks, no you rollin’ with the locusts
Been the pimpest and the hippest and I’ve always been the dopest
Peep my style

[Pharrell]
Louie bags you can’t order, thats really raw
Miami cribs on blue water, thats really raw
Blood making the game redder, thats really raw
N-gga we hot like Mayweather, it’s killin’ y’all
P stand for Pacqiauo n-gga

[Game]
California nas
I’m more raw than red snapper in the pacific ocean
More raw than the brick as soon as you split it open
Talkin’, the kitchen smokin,
Talkin’ the pots bubbling
I got the blueberry on deck but not muffins
My glock stuffed in my Levi’s
My levis on the buttersoft leather, (2012)
Panamera four door Porsche
My chick named Porsche
They two in the same, my stick game is torcher
Monday night raw, got n-ggas in figure four locks
Hit the block YO, you would think it was Fort locks
I don’t rap for Billboard spots
I just wanna f-ck as many bitches as I can and cop some more drops, raw

[Pharrell]
Gargling with champagne, thats really raw
Classic millionaire frames, thats really raw
White tee’s and Jordan 3′s, thats really raw
Windmilling with them shits on, killin’ y’all
n-gga, raw

Tyga - Drink The Night Away Lyrics ft. The Game & Mario

Tyga - Drink The Night Away ft. The Game & Mario

[Tyga]
Uh, line full of b-tches
hard fine b-tches
the shit that I’m smokin’ got me higher than tuition
wanna know whats goin’ on let me paint a picture
and if ya aint around lemme give ya a description
corks everywhere, hoes everywhere
loud music playin’ heavy smoke in the air
its cups everywhere, flashin’ lights
bottles of Patron, sittin’ in the ice like…

[Mario]
Its a celebration
bottles by the cases
tonight we goin’ all get wasted
then we goin’ take off like spaceships
Oh, and I dont really want her to leave

[Tyga]
Order bottle after bottle
She say she cant drink, ay shut up b-tch swallow
(we gon’ drink the night away, we gon’ drink the night away)
Ah Mr. Rose Raw
2 piece suit cuff link on the arm
Sex on the beach and some shots for these broads
And bring the biggest bottle of Moet for my dawgs
We on the couch leanin’ on the wall
My old b-tch hit me said I seen you with them hoes
but I’m turnt up so a n-gga lost his phone
I gotta find a freak take her home
hit the light like uhhhh
same day different chick ya’ll
took girls all around the world up on Crenshaw
in and out the crib back and forth like ping pong
me and Game got the hoe jumpin’ Kriss Kross
I’m the shit so piss off
better yet, find me somethin’ to piss on
I’m too drunk, how I take it this far
wake up, and do it all again tomorrow

[Mario]
Its a celebration
bottles by the cases
tonight we gon’ all get wasted
then we gon’ take off like spaceships
but I dont really want her to leave

[Tyga]
Uh, order bottle after bottle
she say she cant drink, ay shut up b-tch swallow
(we goin drink the night away, we goin drink the night away)

[Game]
Uh, uh sicker than cancer
colder than Aspen
west side ridin’ wit Tyga
Tiger fur inside the Aston
Martin dependin’ on who askin’?
got so many chickens, all my birds in one basket
and thats a coupe for you, retract the roof for you
its a Doggy Dog world, and I can call Snoop for ya
uh thats gangsta, thats fly
yo baby mamas mama would say I’m one hell of a guy
why do I start beefs, why do I drop Phantoms
why I got 7 houses but none in Atlanta
(thats stupid)
nah n-gga smarter than Bill Gates
clap ya hands I do it
with the sound that still make
I know the real Weezy, introduce you to the real Drake
my hoes more patient that Detox fans, they will wait
for me to go um, 10 times platinum
and cop more Patron and hatin’ n-ggas imagine

[Mario]
Its a celebration
tonight we gon’ all get wasted
then we goin’ take off like spaceships
but I dont really want her to leave
dont leave, dont be scared
It aint a game, meet me in the bed
and we gon’ drink the night away
ohh I dont really want you to leave baby
Wooah, I don’t really want you to leave
come celebrate with me baby

Tyga - BMF Freestyle Lyrics

Tyga - BMF Freestyle

First of all I ain't feeling y'all
Feel the fucking heat defrost
Fill the spoon full of food
Ain't enough to feed the room
I don't have to goon, twizla boy split you to
Cherry red Rover roof
Crips to confuse you
You can say I blue's you
Better than I bruised you
All you niggas copycats doing shit I used to
Oh you tatted too, nigga fuck you
My bitch ain't got no tatts I hit her from the back
I spend south of France all that other shit is wack
Sling shot it in the ear than I let the shit collapse
Money is my pet peeve, give me hourly
If there is none at all, than I'm pissed off
I listen to Rick Ross and I know Ricky Ross
I'm Leonardo in Inception, reserve my section
I do dreams put you in a bubble, benz or Lexus
I Will Smith the necklace, I do it effortless
Bitch all eyes on me
The future's in my eyes,
[?] bitches, bitches bring lies
One nigga jealous than the muthfucker dies
Figure you ain't scary if you did the crime
Now prepare it's dinnertime
Dimmer the lights, lemon with ice
Look it at twice it's fizzling sprite
Brown do the belly nice
No coca cola, I don't drink soda
Black beenie nigga, like a fucking smoker
They say I'm bout to blow up like super nova
Put your helmet on, the bulldozing dopest
How you shitting on 'em and ain't got shit on 'em
It killes me to know it, you Melanie Fiona
Ohhh, remove yourself from my scrotum
Ohhh, remove yourself, remove yourself
Ohhh, remove yourself from my scrotum
Pull your whole car I thought I told you.

Tyga - Well Done Lyrics

Tyga - Well Done

Chorus:
I’m tired of bitches on demand
Money over bitches nigga that’s the plan
Everything I do
Weh, weh, weh, weh,well done(x2)
Nigga say they ballin they in the stands
If it ain’t bout business don’t shake my hand
Everything I do
Weh, weh, weh, weh,well done(x2)

…of my fucking men,
Walk her clear to…you said Anne Boleyn,
Tie your trunk; get to the fire in advance
Pop flow, I just, I just gain a truck…
Ain’t a game, you’re popping champagne,
Girls say they choose they truly, but I entertain.
I put her in the Vogue, like the magazine,
You see it’s…cash get to Crane,
For Crane get the money, and money make her scream,
Not personal, it was just a quick fling.
But now I’m back to me, pay to walk the show, bitch,
See, just wanna get drunk, get fucked, taste it,
Maybe make a no…, get in beds with him,
This it ain’t no simple, like you’re dancing, what a star, bitch,
Yeah, yeah!
So keep my spot light bright,
Cause I’m a bee in the dark night,

Chorus:
I’m tired of bitches on demand
Money over bitches nigga that’s the plan
Everything I do
Weh, weh, weh, weh,well done(x2)
Nigga say they ballin they in the stands
If it ain’t bout business don’t shake my hand
Everything I do
Weh, weh, weh, weh,well done(x2)

All about my plane, another feeling greater,
Came up like elevators, now I pull like a ….
They like my free style, but they don’t have to pay me,
….that bitch is now a lady,
Sixty big brand new cars smell flavor,
No could in the sky, thank God that we made it!
There’s cash to be made, the world full of major,
So we’ll go counting underneath the table, will be safer.
Ace pay the full…and his big jewels,
Stones kinda heavy, slick with the rule,
Godly god, I’m only man, don’t …..
….
She love it cause the feeling, fucking on the million,
Flying in the morning right now, you’re chilling,
Stuck in a moment, whishing back to a life,
I’m back to the money, cause money my life.

Chorus:
I’m tired of bitches on demand
Money over bitches nigga that’s the plan
Everything I do
Weh, weh, weh, weh,well done(x2)
Nigga say they ballin they in the stands
If it ain’t bout business don’t shake my hand
Everything I do
Weh, weh, weh, weh,well done(x2)

Tyga - Get Big Lyrics

Tyga - Get Big

Uh
Young Money (w-w-well done)
O-o-o-kay
Its too many bitches too many n-ggas hating
Red seat racing now my car name satan
Real simple you a bitch I got ya bitch naked
Chrome heart hard to love easier to hate me
Okayyy
Its too many bitches too many n-ggas hating
Red seat racing now my car name satan
Real simple you a bitch I got ya bitch naked
Chrome heart, hard to love, easier to hate me
I f-cking hate clowns kill em like Jason
Burner, yea I Pac-trick like Swayze
Crazy cash bank roll roll cookoo mani
I rep California but not like Katy
Perry Middle school ghetto girls used to chase me
Now I’m big now they with me on the Ricther Scale baby
Put ya hands down f-ck opponents and opinions
All the girls love me wrap my dick with a ribbon
Yeah im all business when im chillin we can kick it
My shoes are armadillos Louis Vuitton’n on you n-ggas
Spizzikes, Jays, Airwalkin on the flizzy
Gettin’ head tight when ya high off in the Skizzy
Attendant say im tripping
You don’t hear the captain speaking
I ball all week bitch you barely get weekends
Every show sold, promote it on twitter
Fresher than a baby got her standing the acryllic
Souvenir this motherf-cker high school yea they did it
Best dressed ahhwww n-ggas ain’t ahhhww shit to me
Dear Lord bring the Epiphany
Then let it rain hell flames on my enemies
Don’t be gettin caught where you shouldn’t be
Everything ain’t a house party with the silly strings
bring the b-b-beat the beat to the white meat
You n-ggas can’t see me like mice feet
Head sprung one dose of me’ll have your mind gone
chaser with some blue ciroc now you in the cyclone
Lost in the ozone ain’t you baby
100 things to do before you die lemme show you baby
Gotta watch ya back these days
Count a million in ya faces spend it in a day
Gotta watch ya back these days
Count a million in ya faces spend it in ya face N-gga

Tyga - Can’t Be Friends Lyrics

Tyga - Can’t Be Friends

Whether the game of love ends on a bad note.
Or being honest make the trust grow.
Apparentally it make you argue more.
The more things you throw.
DVD’s and my dirty clothes.
Telling me shutup, I’m leavin’ you.
The reason you ain’t even got one.
It wasn’t true.
Look at her, now look at you.
I know we ain’t perfect.
But I made our world utopia.
How could you not notice?
In denial cause you’re used to losin’.
Put me through, it ain’t the answer to it.
Put on my Vans, take a walk to cool it.
But you was always a test and I’m a student.
Tryin my best,
But I never get the right solutions.
I swear it’s one thing after another one.
F-ck it I’m done.
Am I done?
Mother say I’m too young.
But what that mean?
I took a chance and now I’m playin,
The game of love.
Now it’s never ending.
Forever chasin’.
That first feeling.
On a quest for a womans treasure.
They keep it hidden.
I gotta find love even if it kill me.
(I gotta find love even if it kill me.)
Can run into it anyday.
But knowing me I prolly never meet.
Only speak when a fan speak.
Never chattin’ with a stranger.
But there’s something about this girl that got me thinkin’. (Damn)
I-Phone accidentally called her.
Says hello? Silent moment.
Man, I been missin’ you.
And I know you miss me too.
She sighed then she said,
Thought we’d be together ’till the end.
And this the end.
So good luck with your career.
Cause we can no longer be friends anymore.

Damn.

Tyga - Like Me Lyrics

Tyga - Like Me

(Hook)
Uh yea b-tch I’m ballin, bi-ch I’m balling
Betchu n-gga, he ain’t balling (like me)
Yea, b-tches choosing and they calling
Cause I’m balling said they wanna f-ck a n-gga (like me)
And my n-ggas paid, they aint never gotta pay (like me)
Yea b-tch I’m ballin, b-tch I’m balling
Betchu n-gga, he ain’t balling (like me)

Uh, tyga strike, rally paint
I’m the sh-t, b-tch let it stink (let it stink)
rinse your eyes with my holy water, I ain’t gone take her
I know that’s his only daughter, n-gga whatchu thinkin?
This that big bang rapper ballin, huh
I don’t even drink, but she alcoholic
Baby sip it til it’s gone (yea I know it)
Uh, cash like coke, b-tches gotta blow it.
So put your number on this paper, I promise I’ll call
No, I can’t called b-tch I’m lying, I don’t use my phone, sh-t
Sh-t is on silence all day long
I don’t need no interruption when I’m makin you moan
Early morn, wake up, then you yawn
Breakfast in bed, waffles in the little head, Roscoe’s
Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling sh-t
Cause I’m ballin, b-tch

(hook)

Uh, hotel suite, presidential
F-ck you bitchin whatchu been thru
I got two doors homie, one side for my clothes
Another side for my big shoes
Now that’s ballin, don’t think that’s ballin?
Mothaf-cker how would you know it, if you’ve never done it
I turned my engine on loud, wake the neighbor, honey
Life like chocolate when you getting money
Rain, rain dollar bills in my dreams
b-tches fighting for me like it’s Jerry Spring’
But is the summer, winter, they fallin for me
Colder than a coca cola polo, 7 degrees
You know you watch t.v , seperate your mind, please
If you’re the bomb b-tch, why you tryna tick with me
Remove your top, time to pop
She said she like it rough, so I beat it up, p-ssy punch

(Hook)

King lazareth, living on that lavish sh-t(?)
Lose your mind, lose your sense
Pay attention, yea you feeling me
Fill my cup high as trees, relax feel the breeze
All jokes aside, got a mistress on the side
If you ridin for me then you gone ride or die
Ruff Ryder Volume 2 my love
If you wanna party, got a party bus
Capacity us, full moon, brandy glass
So loosen your Gucci baby, lemme spank that ass
Taste so good, blue berry (?)
Berry berry cherry, whip cream on the side
You can applaud that, terminator, I’ll be right back
Say my name, Tyga man, screaming so loud, like I know you can

(hook)

Sound so good; make ya wanna slap your mama
Young money, Tyga Tyga, n-gga

Chris Brown - Wonder Woman Lyrics (Ft. Tyga)

Chris Brown - Wonder Woman (Ft. Tyga)

you just need to take me, I know you can fly
because I see you in the skies

[Tyga]
all shit aside
I love the way you walk
you got that indie glow
give me some time to watch
freeze freeze you put my heart into anesthesia
I love you 'round the clock, wont stop till I get enough
overtime overtime I put in for that valentine
know you appreciate it baby lingerie (?)
lets get naked, rip our clothes off
Im the doctor you my nurse in a uniform
head game outta control, super heroes on the floor
bruce banner beat it up
then I turn into the hulk
be my Betty Ross
make the bed rock (all night long)

[Chris Brown - Chorus]
Tonight I want me a wonder woman
That can save my life
wanna feel her power right now
a real wonder woman
come be my hero
you can take your cape off
you dont need that to save my heart
you just need to take me, I know you can fly
because you see you in the skies

Chris Brown - Ain't Thinkin Bout You Lyrics

Chris Brown - Ain't Thinkin Bout You Lyrics (ft. Bow Wow, Tyga)

[Intro:]
Yea (On Tonight)
It's Like I Can't Let You Go (On Tonight)
But I Got To (On Tonight)
I'm a Change It Up A Lil Bit, I'm a Do It Like This

[Verse: Chris Brown]
We Been Together For A Minute
Now It Feels Funny To Be Doing Something Different
But It's All Good, Me And You Finished
She Gotta Ball Player, But A Nxgga Ain't Tripping
And I Ain't Saying That He Don't Love You
But I Don't Think He Love You Like I Do
But It's Okay, It's Alright
My Blackberry Filled With A Whole Bunch Of Women
Wasting Time, Steady Tryna Get You Back
Get You Back In My Life
Yea You Don't Care, You Don't Care
It Used To Be You That I Like But I'm a Do What I Like
Tonight, I'm Goin Get Tipsy
Over Twenty One, All The Girls Have Fun
And Watch The Ladies Jump On Me

[Chorus:]
I'm Not Looking For Love, Cause She's Gone
So Tell All The Girls That The Bottles On Us
Get Your Drink On
I Just Wanna Have A Good Time And Keep You Off My Mind
Find A Lil Shawty I Like
Girl When I'm Up In The Club, Really Turnt Up
I Ain't Goin Think About You (Na Na Na Na)
(Aye Aye Aye) Ain't Thinking About You Tonight (Night Night Night)

[Verse: Bow Wow]
You Got The Wrong One, If You Think I Ain't Gonna Go Out
You Used To Be The Only Girl A Nxgga Would Think About
I Gotta Couple Of Girls On Call, I'm a Bring Em Out
A Magic City Stripper, Hunh, So This Is What It's All About
I'm The Club Doing My Two Steps
I Done Pulled About Eight Broads Already
I'm Just Getting My Feet Wet (Damn)
But I Ain't Even Knocking Your Style
See I Be Here All Day Tryna Count How Many Girls Want Bow
Yea I See You On The Blogs With Your Dude And All That
But Little Do You Know, You Making Yourself Look Wack
If Dude Gotta Problem, Better Tell Him To Fall Back
I'm Blowing Real Big In VIP, Yea That Loud Pack
Shxt It's Me And Chris In Here, So You Know It's Real Thick In Here
Better Cuff Your Girl Because Your Bxtch In Here
Tryna See How Many I Can Fit In My Lambo
I Never Go Raw, Stay Strapped Like Rambo

[Chorus:]
I'm Not Looking For Love, Cause She's Gone
So Tell All The Girls That The Bottles On Us
Get Your Drink On
I Just Wanna Have A Good Time And Keep You Off My Mind
Find A Lil Shawty I Like
Girl When I'm Up In The Club, Really Turnt Up
I Ain't Goin Think About You (Na Na Na Na)
(Aye Aye Aye) Ain't Thinking About You Tonight (Night Night Night)

[Chris Brown:]
Shawty Wassup
I'm Bad (Bad)
All The Girls In The Club (Got Damn You Sexy)
You Sexy, Got Damn You Sexy
Oh You Sexy, Ohhhhhh

[Chorus:]
I'm Not Looking For Love, Cause She's Gone
So Tell All The Girls That The Bottles On Us
Get Your Drink On
I Just Wanna Have A Good Time And Keep You Off My Mind
Find A Lil Shawty I Like
Girl When I'm Up In The Club, Really Turnt Up
I Ain't Goin Think About You (Na Na Na Na)
(Aye Aye Aye) Ain't Thinking About You Tonight (Night Night Night)

Wiz Khalifa And Tyga - Black & Yellow Remix Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa And Tyga - Black & Yellow Remix

Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow [x4]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow [x4]

[chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything i do, i do it big
Yeah, uh huh, screamin' that's nothin'
What i pulled off the lot, that's stuntin'
Reppin' my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds i'm in
Black and yellow [x4]

[verse 1:]
Uh, black stripe, yellow paint, them niggas scared of it but them hoes aint
Soon as i hit the club look at them hoes face
Hit the petal once make the floor shake
Suede insides, my engine roarin'
It's the big boy, you know what i payed for it
And i got the petal to the metal
Got you niggas checkin' game, i'm ballin' out on every level
Hear them haters talk but there's nothing you can tell em
Just made a million got another million on my schedule
No love for em nigga breakin' hearts
No keys, push to start

[chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything i do, i do it big
Yeah, uh huh screamin' thats nothin'
What i pulled off the lot, thats stuntin'
Reppin' my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds i'm in
Black and yellow [x4]

[verse 2:]
Got a call from my jeweler, this just in
Bitches love me cause i'm fuckin' with their best friends
Not a lesbian, but she a freak though

This aint for one night i'm shinin' all weak hoe.
I'm sippin' cleeko and rockin' yellow diamonds
So many rocks up in the watch i can't tell what the time is
Got a pocket full of big faces
Throw it up cause every nigga that i'm with taylor'd

[chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything i do, i do it big
Yeah, uh huh screamin thats nothin
What i pulled off the lot, thats stuntin
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds i'm in
Black and yellow [x4]

[verse 3:]
Stay high like how i'm supposed to do
That crown underneath them clouds, cant get close to you
And my car look unapproachable
Super clean but its super mean
She wanna fuck with them cats, smoke weed, count stacks, get fly, take trips and that's that
Real rap, i let her get high, she wouldn't she feel that, convertible drop fill, 87 the top peel back

[chorus:]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds i'm in
Black and yellow [x4]
Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
Everything i do, i do it big
Yeah, uh huh screamin that's nothin
What i pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Reppin my town when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow [x4]
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds i'm in
Black and yellow [x4]