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.