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'Baking Soda' Lyrics - Plies Ft. Tyga
Here is Baking Soda Lyrics by Plies Ft. Tyga

[Chorus]

All I need is baking soda
Drop a four in the pot, make an ounce to a rock
Put it to your left
All I need is brown water
Heavy on the block, hit the strips, set up shops
Stay with a Glock
All I need is anehem
Hot chopper with a bend that’ll make a nigga ass shape
Grip the handle,
All my shit crack, nigga
All my shit crack, nigga

You ought to watch a nigger out here
And put cut on the yogurt,
We gon'sell you something that won't turn over
Hit y'all with a flip flail,
Beat the fuck off your cask
Now you're looking with your mask
And the games that I don't play,
And took a loss in a minute,
Nigger trapping a nigger ass, gotta feel it
I ain't spared nobody
Keep a head on the swift liner
Shit is got real creep,
Everybody out here tryna eat
Young niggers wild and all
See, you don't wanna ride with them
When it come to the cash I feel them
Breaking no loses
Everything gotta count
Breaking mine, I'll die to the ounces
All I need is a big lick, big chain,
Big practice, yeah, all I do is big things

[Chorus]

All I need is baking soda
And the funk, are you scared
That these niggers don't see you?
All I need a bad bitch
Who will suck me on the row
So I don't fall asleep driving with the dope
I'mma tell you what I don't need
And that's some nigger in my business
When I go to Carpoon take him with me
That's a lesson that I did learn
And the cracker get behind me,
Don't you turn off, nigger they will fool you
One thing that I d know, if they ask
And they search you, in your car,
You better tell them hand over
While my lawyer ain't with me,
Motherfucker ain't talking
I got a motherfucking ... in my pocket
If I get another cradle,
She will love me in the morning,
Look, I got me feeling like I'm Tony,
Take a look at me, I'm bad guy
Motherfucker don't want that,
I ain't never crossed a nigger who didn't
Have it coming

[Chorus]

All my shit crack, nigga
All my shit crack, nigga

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'Take That (Shake That)' Lyrics - Chris Brown ft. Tyga
Here is Take That (Shake That) Lyrics by Chris Brown Ft. Tyga

(Intro)
Yea
Money come so fast but bitch it won’t last

(Bridge)
Do it do it do it do it do it
Bust it open bitch
Do it do it do it do it do it
What you workin with?
Do it do it do it do it do it
Drop it to the floor
Do it do it do it do it do it
Bust it on the pole

(Hook)
Do it do it baby
For me, for me
Do it do it baby
For me, for me
Do it do it baby
I’m poppin all these bottles
So just take that, take that
Shake that, shake that
Do it do it baby (do it for my side)
For me, for me (poppin bitch)
Do it do it baby (if you wanna fly)
For me, for me (I’m flirtin bitch)
Do it do it baby (go and do that shit for a real niggas)
Pop it on the floor and try to kill a nigga

(Verse: Chris Brown)
Hey little mama, I know you bout yo flavor
And my money money main I’m in charge, no cop can save her
I’mma provide everything you need
No middle man, no in-between
Girl put bread in all of your fly mouths
Just get on this jet with me
God damn, so much money
Niggas think I’m pullin credit card scams
Step up in the spot and bitches know just who I am
You got me bout that, I buy my bitches Prada
Eatin champagned lobster, after that I eat her yaya

If you’re horny, let’s do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle’s waitin’
Come and jump on it

(Hook)
Do it do it baby
For me, for me
Do it do it baby
For me, for me
Do it do it baby
I’m poppin all these bottles
So just take that, take that
Shake that, shake that
Do it do it baby (do it for my side)
For me, for me (poppin bitch)
Do it do it baby (if you wanna fly)
For me, for me (I’m flirtin bitch)
Do it do it baby (go and do that shit for a real niggas)
Pop it on the floor and try to kill a nigga

(Verse: Tyga)

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'Iz U Down' Lyrics - Kid Ink ft. Tyga
Here is Iz U Down Lyrics by Kid Ink Ft Tyga

(Pre-Hook)
I can tell by the way you’ve been lookin at yo girlfriend…
I can tell by the way you’ve been dancing wit yo girlfriend…

(Hook)
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz u down?
Iz u down? Iz u down?
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz u down?
Iz u down? Iz u down?

(Verse)
Now it ain’t hard to tell
By the way you’ve been lookin at her face
It’s something on yo expression lookin like you need a taste of that Ace
Take the ground, it’s nothing that I can say
It’s a lot up on her plate, I’ve been ready, hit the bass
Hit it

Guess who back in the building with the motherfuckin problems
Top of the world, all the way from the bottom
Turn this whole bitch up like fox and go in, show out
I seen them kids send pics of you and yo girlfriend
Tryna get yo lights up
But this shit been helping
Got a question, how many drinks do it take til you start getting touchy feely?
Gotta make sure I pay them both attention or one of em gon kill me
Say the truth, whole truth, no undercover freak, I’m guilty
Check please, pay the cost
To be the boss, just bill me

(Pre-Hook)
I can tell by the way you’ve been lookin at yo girlfriend…
I can tell by the way you’ve been dancing wit yo girlfriend…

(Hook)
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz u down?
(One question)
Iz u down? Iz u down?
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz u down?
(One question)
Iz u down? Iz u down?

(Verse)
Can I have that? You and yo best friend on a mattress
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
That was way back then
Lost a little weight but that ass still thick, goddamn
So innocent, I’m a guilty trip, she ride the dick
It be worth the trip
No answers, no romantic shit
Just friends with benefits
I take that (take that)
Never seen a roof come back on a Maybach (I don’t think you seen that)
Uh tryna meet there, I could put you anywhere
Fly private air, uh yea
Who do dare?
Take it on me, can’t compare, my fashion rare
All I wear, mad skin skill, man that shit so ill
I just wanna take you girls home
Make a nasty song and put this shit online
We could do it like dinner plate
Have a house party, all night long
Iz u down is my theme song
Take yo thong off, put me on
T-Raw, I’m in the dub so go and let a nigga bump

(Bridge)
‘Cus I can tell by the way, tell tell by the way
I can tell by the, I can tell tell by the by the
‘Cus I can tell by the way, tell tell by the way
I can tell by the, I can tell tell by the way

I can tell by the way you’ve been lookin at yo girlfriend…
I can tell by the way you’ve been dancing wit yo girlfriend…

(Verse)
I can tell from how you look inside of her eye
It’s obvious this time you havin the time of your life
The timin is right, this kind of a night need two at a time
Round two, upright, I find these hoes just losin their mind
Girls gone wild, going all out
Let’s be honest, you ain’t gotta lie
One question, how many freaks do it take til this bitch turn into a orgy
3 shots in and I’m feelin like Horry
Shoulda never gave a nigga money, man pour me
Just pour me up, high, I’m sippin lean like I’m on a fuckin diet
LA nigga, bout to start a fuckin riot
Why you tryna deny it?

(Pre-Hook)
I can tell by the way you’ve been lookin at yo girlfriend…
I can tell by the way you’ve been dancing wit yo girlfriend…

(Hook)
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz u down?
(One question)
Iz u down? Iz u down?
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz u down?
(One question)
Iz u down? Iz u down?

Can I ask?

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'Young Kobe' Lyrics - Tyga
Here is Young Kobe Lyrics by Tyga

(Hook)
T-Raw, Young Kobe
I’m 24, nigga Young Kobe
I’m 24, that’s Young Kobe
I’m king in LA, Young Kobe
Got white bitches like Young Kobe
Got spanish bitches, he a Young Kobe
My purp yellow, Young Kobe
24 mill, niggas wanna know me

(Verse)
T-Raw, Young Kobe
No assist, make the city holy
Put you on blast, these bitches love me
Bobby V and you Mr. Lonely
Choppa mack til you macaroni
Got that mack game, gotta admire homie
You passed a hole, bitch you a bogie
Pussy feel good, Tony told me
Hoes sued me, you be left in line
Shoot yo home movies, fuckin half the time
Killa, 3, hunned, thousand, she be straight, 3-45
I’m never late on CP time
I got the balling time and I’m pressed for time
I might pop on you, watch you 9 to 5
Give you hard 9 and make you quit yo job like

(Pre-Hook)
Who that? Who that? Who that nigga?
In a blue cap, Maybach, blueray coupe back
Tell me where they do that, shoot that, shoot back
Like where the lube at? Nigga that’s who that
Only 24, I got my mind made up
Tonight’s the night, I’m letting niggas know wussup

(Hook x2)
T-Raw, Young Kobe
I’m 24, nigga Young Kobe
I’m 24, that’s Young Kobe
I’m king in LA, Young Kobe
Got white bitches like Young Kobe
Got spanish bitches, he a Young Kobe
My purp yellow, Young Kobe
24 mill, niggas wanna know me

(Verse)
Nigga you don’t know shit
From a killing pain, with a nigga thing, put LK on a blank
Now a nigga think he mean
Nah, that’s some king shit
Pyramids and homicide descriptions, all hail this 20 vision
Sip on the selections, get embodied by my spirit, get money on templates, I’m lifted
Stick with it, dog on my own
Fuckin I’m tryna bone, knockin at my front do
Leave me the fuck alone, I’m blowin home grown
It’s big money on my phone
Cellular, selling dreams for a prettier
Bad bitch to me, fuck you if you ain’t finna heard
I’m wit her, I see another one if I get er
I make moves you gotta remember
Dude you move like a beginner

(Pre-Hook)
Who that? Who that? Who that nigga?
In a blue cap, Maybach, blueray coupe back
Tell me where they do that, shoot that, shoot back
Like where the lube at? Nigga that’s who that
Only 24, I got my mind made up
Tonight’s the night, I’m letting niggas know wussup

(Hook x2)
T-Raw, Young Kobe
I’m 24, nigga Young Kobe
I’m 24, that’s Young Kobe
I’m king in LA, Young Kobe
Got white bitches like Young Kobe
Got spanish bitches, he a Young Kobe
My purp yellow, Young Kobe
24 mill, niggas wanna know me

Nigga you don’t know shit
From a killing pain, with a nigga thing, put LK on a blank
Now a nigga think he mean
Nigga you don’t know shit
Pyramids and homicide descriptions, all hail this 20 vision
Sip on the selections, get embodied by my spirit, get money on templates, I’m lifted

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'Day One' Lyrics - Tyga
Here is Day One Lyrics by Tyga

(Verse)
500 grand, eat lobster tails
Hope the niggas got what for sale
So much money, no fingernails
White body, engine and a tail
Chrome lips, V12
Kiss the king but don’t kiss and tell
So many rings, need a Jordan deal
T-Raw’s, it’s ain’t all for sale
Just bought a swiss account
Hunneds stay the same at this amount
LK, show you what that’s about
Hard to check a nigga when the checks that bounce
Fuck around, drop out of class
Made millions now, my teacher mad
She need a job and I give her that
Young nigga with big stacks
Buy my style and ain’t gave it back
How you think brought you the raw rap?
How you think taught you the phantom rap?
Gold plates, I’m reflectin that
Every day my birthday, nigga LA my birthplace
This ain’t a race but I’m first place
I never fucked with you in the first place
We on a different pace, nigga so long
I ain’t the nigga you could hold on
Ride the wave or just float on
Get off my back, I’m tryna lead on
Always home when the heat’s on
When it’s cold shoulders niggas be gone
Niggas be gone

(Hook 1) (x2)
I’m still the same nigga, same bitches we know
No difference, been me since day one
Real nigga since day one
Cuz I ain’t promised day two
Talkin bout what I’m going through
But who the fuck aksed you?

(Bridge)
Aksed you, aksed you,
Aksed you, aksed you,
Aksed you, aksed you,
But who the fuck aksed you?

(Hook 2)
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me bitch
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me bitch
Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line
I murder them motherfuckers every time
Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line
I murder them motherfuckers every time

(Verse)
It’s a thin line between love and hate
A thin line between real and fake
Keep a nigga based on shape, ass shake
She gon make it clap, vibrate
Give me room, 50 feet, all in my space
I’m the one you face and don’t hesitate
See me layin on yo back, man eat this shell like it’s Pac mane
Do it under one tape, what you say?
T-Raw to blame, T-Raw to blame
Got a piggy bank, pretty model sittin next to me – that’s accessory
Don’t be sassin me
How do you have the audacity?
When a verse gotta bring cash to me
I be gassin me, you wanna crash on me?
Have yo head where yo feet should be
Laid out in yo living room, murder you then watch it on TV
Ain’t no breaking me, breaking news that’s me
Headline, we can go head up
Like Greenbay Packer, hell lit, hell yea
He a crazy ape man, I’m turnt up to ten
Fuck with me, commence and repent
Mill to the king
Came from the block, little hardknock
Lock it up, pull me in a cell block, I can make it
You ain’t made shit, you complainin (stop complainin)

(Hook 2) (x2)
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me bitch
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me bitch
Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line
I murder them motherfuckers every time
Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line
I murder them motherfuckers every time

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'Good Day' Lyrics - Tyga ft. Lil Wayne & Meek Mill
Here is Good Day Lyrics by Tyga Ft. Lil Wayne & Meek Mill

(Intro)
I ain’t had to kill nobody
I ain’t had to kill nobody

(Bridge)
Today was a good day
I ain’t had to kill nobody
I ain’t had to kill nobody
I ain’t had to kill nobody

(Verse)
T-Raw killa, that nigga catpillar
One hitter, only hit bad bitches that’s thriller
Home king, hot king, YN last king
Nigga sending out shouts, I’mma need a Jordan ring
Fuck you bitches, really mean
Gotti afterlife
Future looking bright, bitches crack tongue on the pipe
I don’t wanna see you twerk, we about that fuck life
Got a Asian hoe, pussy go deep, J right
I’m a dope nigga, give a D, dope dealer
Don’t play with the grave digger, that’s RZA
Aks my bitch, she tell you ain’t no nigga
Like the one I got, big king, gorilla
Bag in my bag like a Philly nigga clip
Came extended grip, armor’s with the ruga, easy ruthless
Nigga with a attitude, my enemies is 2 shits
Don’t give 2 shits but you gon make a nigga pull it
But shit…

(Hook)
Today was a good day
I ain’t had to kill nobody
I ain’t had to kill nobody
Shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
Today was a good day
Cuz I ain’t had to kill nobody
No I ain’t had to kill nobody
But I shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it

(Verse)
Duct tape, duct tape
Cover his mouth with duct tape
Check a nigga like a motherfuckin update
What a safe nigga point to it
I catch a case, I wanna know who threw it
And my main bitches speak fluent
I keep the feds busy
I got the bread, never feed pigeons
Even though I get pissed off I shit on yall
We gon sip champagne I just popped
I can’t stand these niggas, I’m bout to fall
Got my girl her shoes with the spikes, volleyball
Bought the Holygrove, it’s gon be a holocaust
Hoes see me shinin, now they actin like a moth
YMCM dizzy, rhyme always busy
I done got too big headed for the crown to fit me
But I got my niggas with me and we got our skateboards
TCYL, thank thank You Lord
Amen, cuz uh

(Hook)
Today was a good day
I ain’t had to kill nobody
I ain’t had to kill nobody
But I shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
Shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
Shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
But uh today was a good day
I ain’t had to kill nobody

(Verse)
My dawg hit me yesterday, got 15 keys
And he gon let em all go for 15 G’s
Because she wanna work it I look up like bitch please
And I show that hoe up it like you ain’t tryna flip these
Yea I’m back nigga
Sellin all these bricks
And if my homies tell you one you better tell nobody shit
I say I’m back nigga
Rockin all these jewels and I be ridin through my hood like I ain’t got nothing to lose, shit
You think because I rap I won’t go buy them bricks
Give em to my dawg and let him do all kind of shit
Like take a point out, then put a point in
I fuck yo main hoe and all my homies doin that shit
I’m getting money, must be the Iluminati
They think I signed up cuz I just bought a new Ferrari
But they said they want my mind, soul and my body
And I looked at that nigga crazy and then I shot him… bah

(Hook)
Today was a good day
I ain’t had to kill nobody
I ain’t had to kill nobody
But I shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
Shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
Shoot you in yo memory bank, memorize it
But uh today was a good day
I ain’t had to kill nobody

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'When To Stop' Lyrics - Tyga ft. Chris Brown
Here is When To Stop Lyrics by Tyga Ft. Chris Brown

(Verse)
What’s the opposite of satisfaction? You never had it
A sex addict there when you needed it
Now you’re too distracted by the little things
Cars, rings, none of it matters
Presidential suites in Nevada, you was too ecstatic
Time ticking, it was 24 karat
Mrs. HotHeaded don’t listen but the head was terrific
Had a vision, you bought it, couldn’t wait til you saw it
Swear you had it all and you already lost it all and you know it

Know I did it, I’m ridin round with my new bitch
I’m poppin bottles and shoppin and flyin private to Maui
Livin life, no excuses, don’t give two fucks about you
You seen my girl’ ass lately? Now watch me fuck her crazy

(Chorus)
Tell me when to stop
You know I ain’t gon hurt you baby
Tell me when to stop
Girl if I start to get carried away
Tell me when to stop
I’mma li-li-li-lick it and go dumb
Baby you can get it
Tell me when to stop
Tell me when to stop
Tell me when to stop
Tell me when to stop

(Verse)
She said I could take control of her body
But it’s only for the weekend
Said I’mma let you do you
Oh yea, I’mma do you
Til she boom boom boom
I’m like a rabbit in her rib cage
Roll my weed darling
Just like it’s her birthday
I’m tippin… and sippin
Smokers come with that Ace of Spades

(Bridge)
I’m faded, sippin and leanin
I’m faded, sippin and leanin
Smokers come with that Ace of Spades
I’m faded, sippin and leanin
I’mma fuck you like I mean it, baby

(Chorus)
Tell me when to stop
You know I ain’t gon hurt you baby
Tell me when to stop
Girl if I start to get carried away
Tell me when to stop
I’mma li-li-li-lick it and go dumb
Baby you can get it
Tell me when to stop
Tell me when to stop
Tell me when to stop
Tell me when to stop

(Verse)
Long hair, red lipstick
Lips burned from that cigarette
Versace heels and them latex
Neck collar, that that’s a fact
I fuck wit you cuz it makes sense
We don’t fight but this make up sex
Less is more but you more or less
Got the top down in my Corvette, yea
Red from the summer
Must’ve made a wrong turn, checked in a motel just to have sex
Like strangers fuckin out of anger
Putting on handcuffs, now a nigga chained up
Til the maid come clean up
Broken mirrors so you know that’s bad luck
Lost my wallet, so would you hurry up?
Pack up, flee the scene, seen a chef just pull up
Shots of tequila, let’s get freaky, lookin for a reason
By the look in yo eyes you don’t gotta say much, I can tell that you need it
And you need it just as much as I needed you
Learn on streets, I pull work for two
Yo home girl wanna see if it’s true
So just…

(Chorus)
Tell me when to stop
You know I ain’t gon hurt you baby
Tell me when to stop
Girl if I start to get carried away
Tell me when to stop
I’mma li-li-li-lick it and go dumb
Baby you can get it

(Chorus)
Tell me when to stop
You know I ain’t gon hurt you baby
Tell me when to stop
Girl if I start to get carried away
Tell me when to stop
I’mma li-li-li-lick it and go dumb
Baby you can get it
Tell me when to stop
Tell me when to stop
Tell me when to stop
Tell me when to stop

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'Maniac' Lyrics - Tyga Ft. Fabolous
Here is Maniac Lyrics by Tyga Ft. Fabolous

(Hook)
Who’s that creepin in my rearview? Niggas better duck round me
Cuz I got drama,
Chevy with the scrape doors open
Low ridin on these west side streets
I got drama, fix that letter homie, fix that attitude around me
Cuz I got drama
Put my whole team on, now niggas can’t sleep fuck beef
Cuz I got drama

(Verse)
Maniac, might gotta kill em
Loose screw with a filler, brainiac, pussy you a rat
We done advance, this a fuckin trap ramp
Park garage and the Cadillac fully automack
Tech sound of the rata tat tat, bet the beat bang like a beat from battle K
You Sylvester when it come to rap
I put mosaic on the doormat
Kings like I’m reppin sack town
Cut a nigga no slack, fuck that
Nigga I’m ready
And I’m my brother’s keeper, trust no B here but me sir
Jesus let me breathe in all this reefer
These niggas getting too close, I can see them
See no, hear no evil, I am Caesar
Lookin for a soul, I’m your leader
This is what you wanted, right? (right)
Don’t test me motherfucker, I hold your life

(Hook)
Who’s that creepin in my rearview? Niggas better duck round me
Cuz I got drama,
Chevy with the scrape doors open
Low ridin on these west side streets
I got drama, fix that letter homie, fix that attitude around me
Cuz I got drama
Put my whole team on, now niggas can’t sleep fuck beef
Cuz I got drama

(Verse)
Get yo life fore I get it, get yo wife fore I hit it
Backstabbers in the house, with a knife on the kitchen
Cutthroats wanna pop my collar
I’m tryna get close just to stop my holler
Dream killer, shoot yo ideas down
Death to the threats, only thing I hear now
Is the money talkin like the auction
Spaceship that I’m parkin makes me martian
Caution, I be spendin, might get noxious
Take yo bitch to breakfast, give her sausage
Shawty I got drama
No sleepin over here, don’t need pajamas
Take everything wit you, don’t need no problems
Got a crazy baby mama, don’t leave no comments
One time if you creepin
Watch them niggas who be deep in

(Hook)
Who’s that creepin in my rearview? Niggas better duck round me
Cuz I got drama,
Chevy with the scrape doors open
Low ridin on these west side streets
I got drama, fix that letter homie, fix that attitude around me
Cuz I got drama
Put my whole team on, now niggas can’t sleep fuck beef
Cuz I got drama

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'Pressed' Lyrics - Tyga Ft. Honey Cocaine
Here is Pressed Lyrics by Tyga Ft. Honey Cocaine

(Hook)
Why you bitches so pressed for?
Open up the gate, all I do is press 4
Go you pissed off, ballin up yo fist for
Don’t make me pull out my pistol

(Verse)
Uh, it’s the hooligan, nigga
Eat these rappers up, you just food to me nigga
Rap don’t work, I’m a Wolverine niggas
Honey make you desert, wash it down with some liquor
Lit up the pill, make a bitch a turn Flipper
You so on, all in the bottom of my zipper
A Nick trip, got the Cannon on me like Mariah
Pinocchio rappers, man all I see is liars
Rough riders, gang niggas, kush buyers
This match, Halloween, Mike Myers
My religion, plenty women, no choirs
They call me the royal penis, their highness

Women that give it up, pour it up
Leave it with dub see, in my dust you busters dust, you still in the bus
Toolie quick picker upper, you ain’t bad, you ain’t nothing
All my niggas eatin like the last supper, nigga

(Hook)
Why you bitches so pressed for?
Open up the gate, all I do is press 4
Go you pissed off, ballin up yo fist for
Don’t make me pull out my pistol
Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang)
Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang)
Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang)
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Don’t make me pull out my pistol

(Verse)
Don’t make me pull out my pistol
T got that seaside, my bitch is official
Get rich, I’ll take it cuz that is the rich world
This bitch was talkin, I had to turn visual
I don’t like to lose, it’s bad habits
All my bitches royal and true and old-fashioned
My niggas holdin the juice, they all strappin
Sleepin on me, hatin me, cool I’m straight dicin
Everything I’m in is luxury
Them other hoes know they can’t fuck with me
Bitch shoot me in the face when you stunt on me
Better ask a weak hoe try to front on me
Now tell me where that bitch at, that bitch ass
All this good food, I’m surprised I ain’t get fat
Wake up to earn up then turn up the shit fast
I’m comin through with that pistol, you better get back bitch

(Hook)
Why you bitches so pressed for?
Open up the gate, all I do is press 4
Go you pissed off, ballin up yo fist for
Don’t make me pull out my pistol
Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang)
Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang)
Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang)
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Don’t make me pull out my pistol

If we go bang, yea
All my niggas saw it, yea
Why you bitches so pressed for?
Don’t make me pull out my pistol

If we got a problem, yea
All my niggas saw it, yea
Why you bitches so pressed for?
Don’t make me pull out my pistol

(Verse)
Pop up on my lap, getting high
Pistol grip pump, on my lap at all times
Lap it all times, lap lap it all times
Now it’s no more drama, that’s that Mary J Blige
Yea I’m too high, chinky eye
Cherry band, sweet web, red vine
Close blinds, nigga you gets no shine
It’s my party nigga, I ain’t standing in line

Why these bitches so pressed for?
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Why these bitches so pressed for?
Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang)
Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang)
Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang)
Don’t make me pull out my pistol (bang)
Why you bitches so pressed for?

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'Word On Street' Lyrics - Tyga
Here is Word On Street Lyrics by Tyga

(Intro)
Word on the street I got gold bricks

(Verse)
Word on the street I got gold bricks
Put 10 gold chains on yo bitch
Let er cry for me, that’s hooty and a blowfish
She gon blow dick til she pop, how many legs?
Blow this popsicle, stand quick
Insane niggas, getting bent in a Bentley
Hothead trigger nigga, don’t tempt me
Make that ass shake like a Wendy’s frosty (frost bit)
In the middle week, Jebediah
I’m the great Alexander Empire
Mix bubble gum, put shrimp on yo dinner
Rocky Balboa, heart of a lion
Tyga, not to be fucked with, tyrant
On the highest level, top of mount Zion
She said she never fucked me, but she’s lyin
Team so strong, could’ve been the Minnesota Viking, fuck it!
Two tears nigga in a bucket
You don’t like me and bitch I love it
Livin life reckless, gold bitch stay nugget
Step on curry, got 30 in the luggage
Fuck that bitch, she’ll never get a lover
Timbuktu, reincarnated king Musa
Talkin bout medusa, these niggas just losers
You ain’t even do shit, I’m the coach that’s coolest
T ruler, sharp shooter, red ruga, not human
Lex Luthor, super mutant, still bruising
Steel chrome, still ruthless, translucent
Probably the best to do this

Hoe I ain’t gotta prove shit
The proof’s in the bank bitch
Do this shit for my kids’ kids
In the papadoce, you don’t even know what that is nigga

Word on the street I got gold bricks
Word on the street I got gold bricks

(Verse)
Heath Ledger, pill poppin, no jokin
Stanley Kubrick, eyes wide die opened
So doctor, this ain’t Broadwayin
Tom foolery, yall niggas horse playin
Most hated cuz the crib most gated
Most cars, a lot of broads, the most dated
Your cars pass through expiration
Second to none, no offense, none taken
Stick up, I’m hijakin em back
I’m the shit bubblewrap, get rap to rap
Flow god, that is so hot
Step on yo back bitch
Now you hunchback and launch from the launchin pad
Lougin at the pack
T-Raw the best rapper in there and I’m flexin 600 grand on my lap
Instagram, take the pilot jet ready
That’s an instant plane
Fuck yall, niggas couch mane
Actin ashamed, don’t be a slave
Put yo check on the table
By the end of the days paid hey hey
Blake fair at the world fair, fuck hair
When them near smell roast in the air
Oh yea? Who that nigga with the big ass gat?
That’s me with the big ass gat
It’s a sabertooth
Hater eat yo life in a big ass flash
No puck on my plate, nigga still goin ham

Word on the street I got gold bricks
Word on the street I got gold bricks

Word on the street I got gold bricks

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'Bang Out' Lyrics - Tyga
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(Verse)
Hold up, money talk so you know what?
Ain’t nothing to talk about, ye ain’t got enough
Cuz rock star drugs break a bitch heart, no love
Emma Watts, Charlie Sheen, fuckin with no scrub
Niggas want connects, got no plugs
Nigga say they high, got no buzz
Popsicle niggas wanna talk shit then say you froze up
Young niggas wanna pop pills, just po up
Went on a bang, Went on a bang
Bitches came for me and my nigga easy
Threw that bitch out, got that hoe one way
Said she tryna stay, told that bitch no way
That’s a preme nigga, B ripper, grim reaper
I don’t get mad bitch, I just get even
T-Raw magician, I don’t gotta trick or treat it
That Ferrari California make a bitch a believer

(Hook)
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out
Make it rain even when it’s rained out
Turn up, bang out
Bang out, bang out
Turn up, b-bang out
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out

(Verse)
Met a bitch last night, won’t believe it
Fuck her so hard, bitch probably stopped breathing
Killed the pussy, in the hotel screamin
Knock knock, going in like the housekeeper
The room, keep it
I fucked now I don’t need it
T-Raw semen splattered on a bitch beaver
Pipe dreamin, fuckin with a real baller
The bitch is a bitch so I’m gon call er
Then they act up, call the backup
Don’t matter, as if she ever mattered
Bitch shut up, throw it up, I throw the set up
Tell her sit up, got her face down, bitch don’t put yo head up
Yea, bitin on er ear
Got a old bitch, pussy like souvenir
I hop up in it, nigga I ain’t never scared
Closet full of straps and the condom right here
What I got?

(Hook)
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out
Make it rain even when it’s rained out
Turn up, bang out
Bang out, bang out
Turn up, b-bang out
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out

(Verse)
Beef on the street, to the beach I be rollin
Never see me strollin, 40’s I be holdin
Girls in the daisies, drive easy crazy
Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC
Rollin down French, I don’t see the hoes jockin
Sunday nights poppin, see the foes hoppin
My stereo’s bumpin that ATL funk
You can call it what you want
Either way the shit bump
I’m a evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up
I’mma put these things on you and never let up
See my mama, she was home when I was born
Bet a nigga like to eat shit than never been born
But I ain’t going out unless 30 niggas die
I’m dyin anyway so I’m thinkin suicide
Shut the fuck up nigga cuz you ain’t seen shit
I’m bout to take this blade and straight up rip

A bitch is a bitch
So if I’m poor or rich
I talk in the exact same pitch
Now the title of bitch don’t apply to all women
But all women have a little bitch in em

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'Back 2 Basics' Lyrics - Tyga
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(Intro)
Let’s try some different shit

(Verse)
I’m so flashy, you so ratchet
Throb jewels fashion with a pedal to matchin
New Maybach, that’s a hit nigga
Could’ve been the 3rd member, the clips nigga
Listen niggas, I go grizzly – that’s Memphis nigga
Ross rap that 24, ain’t gotta convince niggas
Early pimpin, throw like Blake Griffin
Lips zip it
Niggas gossip like it’s tradition
These bitches can’t drive my car,
The melt engine, hell’s risen
Ride Diablo to a baptism, he Christian
Fear nothing but God, kill all except women
Insuring I don’t testify not in my interest
Persistence, diligence, the skill I bring can feed the hunger mission
Got the whole world, fill em on my brand but they won’t mention it
You afraid of my accomplishments
You a bitch, straight up got a taser for my bitch with a laser
And she just wishin for a genie in the bottle
This is not a novel, we no feel for sorrow and it shine tomorrow
Super dollars like a super lotto, shootin at yo collar
Now you sippin soup to swallow
Go throwin in the towel
Our time is now but we devour everything we offer
Then pop it up but drink and blow a sake
Mr. kick shit Myiagi
Wax on, wax off
Ferrari, she gon lick the lolly
I am not the baby boy terazi, slick lody
Laughin at yo clown pose, you bust into you
I got arsenal, time to give to be impossible
Options to embarrass you, I just choose what God would do
Can’t waste my time on you
Fuckers can’t rhyme no more
Bout crime no more
Made so much money at home, didn’t even tour
My fans waitin, savin up for greatness, I appreciate it
Let’s get back to basics

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'The Letter' Lyrics - Tyga Ft. Esty
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(Intro)
Tell me when to stop…
Tell me when to stop…

(Bridge)
In the haze we lose
Can’t just have it all
In the haze we fall
Coulda had it all
In the haze we lose
Can’t just have it all
In the haze we lose
We coulda had it all

(Verse)
Be honest, I know you now
You look to see
Stop and wait
And really it don’t matter
I know you do (I know you do)
You don’t understand, there’s a time and place
I’m gon let you know, now listen
I don’t you to, you don’t want to say it
Tell me what it is you feel
Don’t be shy
(Don’t be shy)

(Chorus)
Testin you like you testin me
Testin you while you testin me
Testin you like you testin me
Testin you like you testin me

And I know

(Verse)
Uh, watching the stars
On a yellow brick road like the Wizard of Oz
Ain’t no workin titles for this little thing of ours
I tell you the game like I’m Robert Steiner
I put roses on my neck, rose petal and stars
I kiss you down low but I let you decide
I get behind you like you’re making dirty wind
Get you a glass of muscato, that’s yo favorite wine
And I… know
Can’t hold yo prop cuz it’s yours
Like Versace models you be giftin leather
You my bread and butter, let’s toast
And I… hope
Like chef is fairy we can fly canaries
Obey my presence, you are a blessing
I am a reverend so start confessing

(Bridge)
In the haze we lose
Can’t just have it all
In the haze we fall
Coulda had it all
In the haze we lose
Can’t just have it all
In the haze we lose
We coulda had it all

(Chorus)
Testin you like you testin me
Testin you while you testin me
Testin you like you testin me
Testin you like you testin me

And I know

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'Do My Dance' Lyrics - Tyga (Ft. 2 Chainz)
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f-ck this pu$$y, boy. f-ck it

[hook]
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick

[tyga: verse 1]
lamborghini, you dont even see me
bad bitch no bikini taking shots of henny
order calamari said she want the fettucine
five star bitches my bitches dont eat at denny’s
running city, you run a lap trying get with me
im all in her red skin, like i played for washington
im 5’8′ but 6’10, my dick stand like superman
shawty lean that bitch
shawty lean dat bitch
meals cause im hot
trigger finger keep that pu$$y wet
bills in my fish
shawty she gonna dance on my dick
meals cause im hot
trigger finger keep that pu$$y wet
bills in my fish
shawty she gonna dance on my dick

[hook]
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick

[2 chainz: verse 1]
she got her booty cheeks on my loui sheets
she can do it on the poll but can she do it on me?
her flexin ass, let me see you flex dat ass
i don’t call i just text dat ass and buy fresher bag
python, all gold no ice on
nothing but shaved pu$$y in my iphone
and this right here a no fly zone, and your not us so dont try hoe
i buy cars, i buy homes, my antidote for my katapulpe
im unthrew their, vanz shoes this a new pair
chains on this two pair
make your girl buy new hair
boy that pu$$y out… like new gear hoe

[hook]
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick

[tyga: verse 2]
uh f-ck yeah bitch, through it back don’t be scared of it
uh f-ck yeah bitch, through it back don’t be scared of it
uh f-ck yeah bitch, through it back don’t be scared of it
uh f-ck yeah bitch, through it back don’t be scared of it

throw it back
throw it back
throw it back
dont be scared of it

[hook]
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick

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'Joy & Pain' Lyrics - Chris Richardson (Ft. Tyga)
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tyga:
uhh for you i’m putting up a fight
and it’s crazy how i’m thinking ‘bout you all the time
tat my name on you, show me that you really mine
stevie wonder by how yet they say that love is blind
but i see it all, & i don’t see no flaws
she walk, dress, like a fashion show i just applaud
got problems, i be the shoulder to lean on
nobody perfect, but you a angel with wings on
shanell, eamon, smile brighter than neon, star
like no other you team, you the only one
i dreamed of
may be you one day, today a storm come
smiley face with a tongue haha

chris richardson:
hey, just wanna say hey
don’t mean to be rude
but, don’t mean to think about you all night long
if it’s fly, if it’s all i sly
just take the good times with the sorrow
promise you’ll be back tomorrow

(hook)
can you smile for me, show those pretty teeth
throw that line again, if you may see
you can cry away, toss my heart again
let me feel your pain
even if it’s somewhere in between joy & pain
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, joy & pain
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, joy & pain
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
even if it’s somewhere in between joy & pain

lets talk about us
cause even if we fuss so fight
don’t mama, i can’t get enough
tell me where you are, and where you’ve been
all i want is you to tell me “i’m happy again”

can you smile for me, show those pretty teeth
throw that line again, if you may see
you can cry away, toss my heart again
let me feel your pain
even if it’s somewhere in between joy & pain
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, joy & pain
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, joy & pain
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
even if it’s somewhere in between joy & pain

even if it’s somewhere, i swear i’ll get there
tears are going out, i can see you smiling again
somewhere between pain, & joy gave us everything
put the smile i’ve ever seen on you

can you smile for me, show those pretty teeth
throw that line again, if you may see
you can cry away, toss my heart again
let me feel your pain
even if it’s somewhere in between joy & pain
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, joy & pain
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, joy & pain
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
even if it’s somewhere in between joy & pain

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we should pop more champagne this year
than we did last year
and we should live like it's the only life we get
there's nowhere else past it
and as the dj plays the sparkles fly
like fireworks have gone off
we got out glasses up and bottles high
and if you don't that's your loss

so we should live it up
put something in your cup
too much is not enough
put your glasses up
toast to the good life that we're livin
up there's no one here but us
there's never too much love
too much is not enough
let's live it up
let's live it up

there should be nobody sitting
wanna tear the roof down
put your palms up if you're with me
got to nothing to lose now
got the shots going around the room
and it's all on me yeah
you should call your friends and tell your crew
they should really be here

so we should live it up
put something in your cup
too much is not enough
put your glasses up
toast to the good life that we're livin
up there's no one here but us
there's never too much love
too much is not enough
let's live it up
let's live it up

[tyga]
ha! skinny fly, big icy watch
the rolls going wild
the car ain't got no top
i'm into ballin', and being cocky and showing off
single-handlely killing y'all
don't get involved
big rims, big girlfriends
been in the party bumping on waterbeds
two by the leg
two by the head
it's crazy, driving miss dasy
got white girls going crazy
damdama, last king bandana
break that ... off
i ain't going hammer
km in the panamera
front seat, relax, looking sexy

so we should live it up
put something in your cup
too much is not enough
put your glasses up
toast to the good life that we're livin
up there's no one here but us
there's never too much love
too much is not enough
let's live it up
let's live it up

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damn, this beat is so sexy
yellow bitch wear gold jewels
new bitch.. old school
them bitch say like who you?
you ain’t shit, you’re boo boo
..and take yours
she ain’t what…
torn bitch, i give a…
.. i did it though
yellow bitch all night
yellow bitch alright
yellow bitch, yeah that’s my thing
all the homies…
i know i know i know
you niggas love to sing my songs, bitch
if you’re fucking with me,
then you’re fucking with the wrong bitch
i bought a body, he bought a body
he hit it, hit it
can’t live without it, without it!
i’m in this… like it’s my job
..thirsty bitches i can pause
don’t be moving like you and i are friends or something
cause i’m just doing me, rapping, trying to spend some
i know you…

yeah, fuck the world,
came to gave my baby my car … 180
i’m losing sperm, i’m fading
your girl ejaculate me,
i’m …riding the anal
this crazy shit i’ll be saying
i’m saying i’m charles manson
this mother fucker ain’t landing.
i’m landing on bitches panties
…your leg like you can’t stand me
pop pop pop upon you
with cars you’ve seen in cartoons
i’m like ffff fuck you
cause you ain’t got nothing to lose!
funny adam sandler, i cover my back..
they judge me, don’t need …
you gossip too much…
but why you’re all upon me
i though i told you don’t call me
my cousins they seen me shining
now they all are begging for diamonds
i just go with this… rolex, that’s perfect timing
might change my name to mohamed
like at least she called me …

i want no more problems
i just want more money
to house bunnies to keep a clean company

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uhn, who shot cha’?
said the mothafucka docta
shit ion know, just pourin with my partna
they got the story mixed and shit.
with they own versions of different shit, uhn

the same night i prayed to god,
just thanking the holy father, he made a star…
and shit

a youngin’ still ain’t die,
but let me thank destiny i’m still alive
so one time: cause a youngin still alive
two times: cause a youngin ain’t die
three times: cause fate had my side
thank god, thank god, thank god

[hook]
one time: cause a youngin still alive
two times: for the angle on my side
three times: cause fate had my side
thank god, thank god, thank god

just another show at the venue
ordering a meal from the menus

promoters got they info a mess
tellin’ other artist they part of our set, damn.
i ain’t tryna disrespect, ima artist myself
i’m just tryna be next, still!
we was tryna get shit done
while they gettin pressed and we ain’t on nun
t raw hit the stage and the crowd was tooned
as i made my way to the dressing room
rehursing, and practicing till i was sour
it was my turn and the out fit gold

heisman one, and heisman two,
surprised all the people… to pussy too
showin the fans love and then i said peace
but still its a reason i ain’t do meet and greets

[hook x2]
one time: cause a youngin still alive
two times: for the angle on my side
three times: cause fate had my side
thank god, thank god, thank god

we got in the car, we was waitin out side.
t-raw still on
it was almost off time, word
he was ’bout a spit rack city bitch
then, the homies
who was pissed tried to throw shit
but t-raw wasn’t with it
just world star, the homie
you’ll see how he did it, damn
i ain’t had a clue bout them guys
but i was being watched, cause i felt the vibe all day
and it grew with time
t-raw had a car and it look like mine
ain’t it fucked up!
green light changed red, ain’t it fucked up!
its one car next to us, ain’t it fucked up
how the streets got dark, ain’t it fucked up?
15 thru the car, ain’t it fucked up?
we all got down, smellin my own blood
waiting for a sound
ain’t feelin shit, i was numb. shocked and paralyzed
one from the gun bullets thru the tiers, stuck at the block
listened to the screaming… then i felt god
doctor said i was fine, it was just fait cause it wasn’t my time
uhn, doctor said i was fine, it was just fait cause it wasn’t my time
god bless

[hook x2]
one time: cause a youngin still alive
two times: for the angle on my side
three times: cause fate had my side
thank god, thank god, thank god

shout out to the audibles
90′s gold baby
h-honey cocaine, bitch!!!

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[Hook]
“She holla”
Where the ballers at, ask me where the ballers at
Hut one, hut two, im the quarter back
Fuck a pretty bitch gotta let you have it
I don’t do this for the motherfucking rapping; I do this for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets

[Tyga]
Trap pussy, fuck her in a black hoodie
fuckin in the house, while her momma cookin
dem tacos bitch I need two mo’
knock the pussy out the park; Pujoles
Ass sumo , All gold two do’
Bitches wanna have my baby but this aint Juno
D’you know? I got the ratchet on me cause I’m too on
Now where I’m from, streets getting hotter than Tucson
Ratchet City welcome to the real fifties
creased Dickies, Nigga don’t be conversin with me
Brought the silks out, Niggas say I’m lookin Big-E
Pussy aint shit but a hold up make me richer, Shhh… HA!
Money in the mattress, Now its money in the mansion
I’m throwin money she dancing
I’m a motherfuckin G, Hella path for a bachelor
Ratchet; Hatin Niggas Hackin Ha Ha

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'Get Low' Lyrics - Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Nicki Minaj, Tyga & Flo Rida)
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Here is Get Low Lyrics by Waka Flocka Flame Ft. Nicki Minaj, Tyga & Flo Rida @
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get it low, get it low
ge ge ge
see you get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low
to the floor, to the floor, to the floor
let me know, let me know, let me know, let me let me know ..
get it on, get it on, get it on
when i get you home, get you home, get you home
put it on, put it on, put it on i’m put it on
put it on

uh she just my type, hair long her eyes tight
her smell shine like the sunlight
one of a kind baby mama one of a type
be muggin she the hater tight
waka flocka i’ma play you tight
…champagne till we don’t ice
hole up, every bad bitch in the club
till the..hands on your hip do you get the real low
don’t ..my emo
so slide me your info let me know
what you’re doing on that .. know
i ain’t..no games i’m only here for the night girl

let me see the low low low low
to the floor, floor floor floor
grab your hands go ..
give me some more more more more

hook:
let me see you get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low
to the floor, to the floor, to the floor
let me know, let me know, let me know, let me let me know ..
get it on, get it on, get it on
when i get you home, get you home, get you home
put it on, put it on, put it on i’m put it on
put it on

ride for him cause he say i ride real good
pop star, but i fuck him like i’m still hood
heard he wanna spend money on a red bitch
wanna see me do tricks with the next chick
anyway boobs up and my ass out
somebody get a medic when he pass out
big nicky in the game nigga
brick squad i ain’t f*ckin
with ho lines nigga, ah
dis that part when i slow it down like this, ahh
somebody better get da bitch another round, ahh
fly as fuck i need a co-pilot
when i come out it’s a mother f*ckin hoe riot

[hook:]

uh then your size, little waste don’t ask your ..
say you on my level, the level too high
nigga in your eyes don’t look so surprised
said you ain’t hurt that before
touching in the club and i just can’t find
pick up lines i just got mine
see it for the night tryin to ..my find
so what’s up tot he bad bitch
and if called up what ask ..
and hair long i’m a grabby
she call em daddy but i’m a bastard like
i ain’t tryin to be .. what you try to take care
you just put your .. habit
and wanna smash it, smash it pass you
show you what the cash is
but first let me see you

[hook:]

2x
you’ll be like you uh uh uh
you’ll be like uh uh uh uh
grab your legs around
i’ll be on top
he he he he

[2x hook:]

2x
you’ll be like you uh uh uh
you’ll be like uh uh uh uh
grab your legs around
i’ll be on top
he he he he

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