Tyga Ft. Travis Porter - Lapdance Remix

Tyga Ft. Travis Porter - Lapdance Remix

I met this .. she said she used to work at ..
Now she works .. such a team
She coming at .. dropping on her knee
She got me going crazy …
Danzel .. I put up to the club in a fucking ..
But it feels .. ayou wanna see some cash do a ..
Gave her 10 dollars she took a glass up
I throw a hundred dollars she took her pants off
I throw 500 she lost her damn mind
If I throw her a thousand she will be kissing my …
1 2 3 to the 4 .. naked get your ass on the floor
.. 3 4 dropped to the floor
5 6 love her on her tits
7 8 make that ass ..
Zone bad man big hoe lapdance
Ass so fat need a lapdance
Ass so fat I need a lapdance
Zone bad man big hoe lapdance
Ass so fat need a lapdance
Ass so fat I need a lapdance
God a bad bitch name bo bo
Last time she gave me ..
And you know I am with the zoo crew
Early in the morning .. spider man
Where the fuck my lighter man
Ain’t nothing in my pocket than some cash .. I throw her 500 .. dropped to the floor bitch
.. I keep a lot of hores like go fish
She said she need …

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

Tyga - I'm On One Lyrics

Tyga - I'm On One Lyrics

all these niggas stealing swag
i've been getting tats since i was 14
tell my bitch "throw it in the bag"
22 for the balmain jeans
i'm smoking, these niggas, they needing nicotine
rat race, first place, famous like a kennedy
all my diamonds lemonade, hearts stay below degrees
too many bitches marry them all: polygamy
make a waterfall: yosemite
highest underrated nigga, i don't need you rating me
sold out shows way before this shit was bet
knocking at my front door
bitches trying to peek and see
last kings, ymcmb: you know the team
just counted 50 thou in my waldorf suite
man, this life's too fuckin easy
ferrari red all over, call it santa bleeding
hype dreaming, put the reality key in
all we do is win: every day and fucking weekend
me and my bitch riding around, bumping the weeknd
you don't wanna feature me?
i'mma eat your wheat thin
spit it back out, it's nasty
she don't wanna swallow kids but she loves gagging
high-fashion, ass models and beauty pageants
young aladdin, versace carpet
i need a jasmine
tour bus riding, got a show up in dallas
like a maverick, louis v print fabric
man, i swear these niggas moving backwards
i'm moving faster
tell the niggas put "original" in all my captions

Tyga - LovaGain Lyrics

Tyga - LovaGain Lyrics

Looking for love again
Looking or love again
Everybody has a story
This is mine

I think I start something
No check just start fucking
Kind of early but I know we both love it
We both rush it we can add titles but then we both ..
Rolling in the seats till midnight morning
I am gonna go down South then call the ..
Pussy big like ..i am gonna eat it good
Like something from the lords all good like a summer day
Blowing up the cake blowing over …
She really shouldn’t but she .. to the lifestyle
TIC ecstasy ion the white cells
Hey hear me now
Hear she .. some niggers .. pick up
Pretty low princess now she is promiscuous
Supposed to be my niggers out .. fucking niggers
I ain’t tripping I am gonna get another bitch
I don’t need this shit is too hard to end this shit
I rather stay .. and then we fall in love again
We fall in love again
Real nigger got hoes on my dick
Could stay with my eyes closed
Now I see him ain’t nothing worth it though
Rather be with you than out here a lonely soul
On the road between the hoes bitches I don’t know
.. camera phones .. the shit get low I just hope we are still involve
I just hope we are still in love
In love with you
Hope we fall in love again
Hope we fall in love again

Tyga - I'm Done (Look At Me Now Freestyle) Lyrics

Tyga - I'm Done (Look At Me Now Freestyle) Lyrics

How you gon' hate on me in the club? Nigga I ain’t even in the club! Haha

[Verse 1:]
Killa nigga, last king roll up on ‘em in a Bentley
Mothaf-cka, gorilla, go getter, hoe getter
Hoe nigga better hold yours nigga
I’m sick, throw up, throw up this liquor
Mo’ money I got it
Bitches ain’t problems not to me
Yeah they bout it, Master P so many albums on release
Shit in my closet, Louboutan and bloody bottoms
Bitches spot em yeah I’m stylin
Tyga pilot, fly no mileage yeah I put them bitches on it
California man, gold on my license plate
Ladies’ man, baby I know what them bitches like

[chorus:]
Little mic, mike n ikes, candy color cover ice
Outta sight, outta mind
She gon spend the night but don’t waste my time
I’m 2 miles away from the Hollywood sign
King of the hill nigga don’t look down
Probably at Polo house right now
All these bitches on the prowl

[Verse 2:]
Look at my flow look at my eyes
Tell me what you see don’t lie
Mo’f-ckin G R to the E A to the T EST
Last king look at my ring tell that bitch get off my thing
My girl ain’t here and she off that drink
I’m off that mink
Fur murder swervin’ make the jet ski do a hurdle
You’s a motherf-ckin turtle knock you down like Berto
Straps on my side like Urkle, boy I’ll hurt you
Turn your face purple
Niggas wanna talk but your convo worthless
These converse yeah all black chuckers
I’m that nigga, you just a nigga
One more year, yeah I’ma be bigger
Don’t call me Tigga, jack the ripper
Rip these beats then I eat you for dinner
I’m done!

Tyga - Bring It Back Lyrics

Tyga - Bring It Back Lyrics

[Hook:]
Real nigga , Shoe box no safe
120 no roof benz on the interstate
Swag template nigga copy and they paste
Pound sign pound sign get the fuck out ma face

[Verse 1:]
Money rotate, ATL ass shake
Grab a bitch by they waist
38 block case. Pone base. base head
Crack flow make you craze
All black like blade
You's a pig nigga bade. Ha
You on the ground like a slave
Im a oversees nigga 30 cash all pay
Put my cream on her face now she think its Olay
Otay last king nigga gold on the gate
You niggas gassed up, Beno
Tr-Treat ya bitch like a dog, Dino
Riding round' town wit ya girl boy cee-lo
Deelo. we dont give a fuck about north (North)
Make the booty bounce like a pogo
Looking for a white bitch what it do Jojo
Mojo putos your just a punto
I'mma red bull, Tony cuco
Naked women on my plate
Put a rubber where you taste
G-Got to play it safe
Ayeee mate got these bitches straight fightin in my face
Over me cuz im a king and I dont never hate cause I'mma..

Tyga - Rack City Lyrics

Tyga - Rack City Lyrics

[Intro]
Rack rack city bitch (repeat)
Mugga on the beat

[Verse 1]
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
Ten Ten Ten twenty on ya titties bitch
100 bee v.i.p. no guest list
T-Raw you dont know who you fuckin wit?
Got my other bitch fuckin wit my other bitch
Fuckin all night nigga we ain't celibate
Make sound too dope I ain't sellin it
Bar fresher than a muthafuckin peppermint
Gold leather man last king killin shit
Young money Young money yeah we gettin rich
Get ya grandmom off my dick (haha)
Girl you know what it is

[Hook] x2
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch x3
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch

[Verse 2]
I'mma muthafuckin star [star]
Look at the paint on the car [car]
Too much rim make the ride to hard
Tell that bitch hop out , walk the boulevard
I need my money pronto
Get it in the morning like Alonzo
Green got cheese like a nacho
If you dont got no ass bitch wear poncho
Head hancho got my seat back
Nigga staring at me dont get bapped
Got my shirt off the club to packed
Its too turnt going up like gas
God damn pulled out my rags
Mike Mike Jackson nigga im back
T-T-T-Tatted up on my back
All the hoes love me you know what it is

[Hook] X2
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch x3
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch

[Tyga Outro] X2
Throwing hundreds hundreds
Hundreds Hundreds
Rack rack city bitch

Tyga - T Raw Lyrics

Tyga - T Raw Lyrics

[Hook] X2
T Raw, T Raw, T Raw, T Raw
I don’t give a fuck at all
I don’t give a fuck at all

[Verse 1]
Last king, golds on my collarbone
Fresh, got that Immortal Technique flow
Tech N9ne’s techniques
Fingerboards - flip a bitch
Thailand - pick a bitch
It's my land, I take a shit anywere
Skat and piss, Lazereth king of
The snapback habitat, flashback
Flash bangs leave you fuckin trapped
Leave your face swoll
Leave a cabbage patch punching bag
Doctor Seuss niggas: you’s a pussy, Cat in a Hat
Rolling the papers like Wiz papers
Cash takers, put you in a cast
Cause your pocket’s breaking
The heart breaker, fuck her once, never date her
The Money-chaser, no chaser, fuck the savings
I got that ready, jelly
Spread it to all my niggas
So they spend it, spend it
Like "Ring Around The Rosie"
Okie-dokey got a bad Spanish bitch like Kobe
The most low-key, nigga you don’t know me

[Hook] X2

[Verse 2]
Like Cam Newton, I’m #1
Hand-picked my hand guns
I'mma Cowboy like Marion
Barber cut your hair for fun
Oh-two: I’m on one, 105 to Compton
YG just hit me said these bitches got their tats done
With my name on em: that’s a damn shame
Cause I changed homie: I changed my damn name
To T-raw, don’t look at me
Get chopped like butcher meat
Gold chains like Mr. T
Your girl face in my toilet seat
My niggas they be trippin
Your shit's weak, but boy
You ain't different
My show outsold your show by a million
Ya’ll mini me’s, I’m prolific
I progress, no stress
More sex: she gonna give it
No Robin Givens
I fucked that ho
Nas fucked that ho
Sleeping on me:
Don’t you ever get too comfortable.

Tyga - Bitches Ain't Shit Lyrics

Tyga - Bitches Ain't Shit Lyrics Ft Nipsey Hu$$le & YC

[Hook: Nate Dogg Sample]
Bitches ain't shit, but hoes and tricks [x8]

[Verse 1: YG]
Aye..uh
Got this bitch named Tar, She let me fuck her in the car
Like Kim Kardashian, she wanna be a star
Got this bitch named Britanny, With Big ass titties
But bitches ain't shit, cause Bitches act Mickey (ughhhhh)
Got a main bitch, but I don't need her
Every time we fuck, I gotta pop a bean first
Hit the purp, then eat that pussy for dessert
It gets worse, just watch when she squirt
I got this bitch who act Sadity
She live in the cities
Every time she hear I got a new bitch, She says she miss me
I'm a thug, Got this thug bitch she stay up in the Jungles
Every time we go to Crenshaw Mall, she have a Rumble
Got this bitch in the Hoovas, I don't wanna losaaa
Ass so fat to measure it, I need a rulaaa
Got this Bad Bitch, that go to North-ridge
She always wear Gucci, but sh[U]e can't afford it

[Hook]
Bitches ain't shit, but hoes and tricks [x8]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Take a bitch life, Now it's my life
Need a bitch that can Fuck, Cook, Clean, right
Turn a bitch out, make her lick twice
Yeah she eat pussy, but she don't fuck dikes
Laid in the middlssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssse, two Miller Lites
Straight kill a bitch, pssssssssssssssssssssssop rocks little sprite
Bam bam little chubby ass goey car
Tell the bitch twinkle twinklessssssssssssssss come meet a star
I don't Odom, no Lamar
Kind of money make her come out her Leotard
I'm in this bitch, like my dick hard
And I shuffle money, Like playin[C]g cards
Uhssssssssssssssss
YG tell them bitches whats up, they ready to cut no
Links in my suit, we don't cuff em
Straight duck em, Like Donald
Quack Qwak
I don't even know the sound them bitches make cause...

[Hook]
Bitches ain't shit, but hoes and tr[K]icks [x8]

[Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, I like bitches, that's lightskinned-ed
With a whole a lot of ass, and get right with it
Off a pill, I can probably make her like bitches
Lick Lick it, like a lolli till it's l[O]ike ssssssssssssssssssssssliquid
These hoochies always talking bout, wher my dick is
But if it's not in your mouth, then get out my business
A nigga real ratchet, I ain't wifing shit
Known to fuck and cut her off, Light switches
Uh, Now What I get? Money bitch
You look good, but to me you just a bummy bitch
And the funny shit is, you know my other bitch
Met me through her, on some under cover lover shit
Got damn, ain't that your homegirl?
Scandalous bitches, we living in a cold world
That's why I flip em, flip em like ah zone girl
And every week I change my number to my phone cause...

[Hook]
Bitches ain't sh[F]it but, hoes and tricks [Repeat]

Tyga - Yonkers Lyrics

Tyga - Yonkers Lyrics

Odd Well Done
Odd Well Done

[Verse 1]
Fuckin Ric Flair leglock
Headshot, body cropped
Make his fuckin mama watch
Here's your baby inside a fuckin
Baby bottle pop. Risky top
Running through your blood til your kidneys pop
Pillow-talk, leave your lips on top of your pillowtop
Pop you while your roof off
On top of a rooftop. Oswald, Mankind
All you niggas getting socked
... rock it til your burger leave the lettuce out
Check this out, no one around
Put your faces on my crotch
Give a lick, lollipop, frog-tongue on my cock

Odd Well Done
Odd Well Done

[Verse 2]
There's mammals in my living room
Louis minks, foxtails, doper than the metals ...
Ay fool, quit your enchilada, now its wormfood
Moving like worms move
Burn you like perms do
One two, leader of the Rat Pack crew
Hat removed, when I walk in rooms
Make her eyes twitch
Juke ya, cut your shit out like a coupon
In due time, brain of a new king
Well Done

Tyga - Money & Liquor Lyrics

Tyga - Money & Liquor Lyrics Feat. Gudda Gudda

It's that young beasty nigga
Brrr-hah stick em
It's still no fitteds, Dupont finish
Courtside tickets, ?
Purple like Grimace
Roof pop like titties
Pound sign - sit your ass down, bitch, I'm busy
I'm balling like a bitch - all-blue Ken Griffies
Use the chicken rotisserie, squeeze the ? to your lemon
Everything I do new, nigga, cut the red ribbon
Give me space to the left
Leave your face indented
There's too many women, why this niggas out there starin?
Raw Mclaren, boy flier than a parrot
Me and that money got a merit
I was the first to pop her cherry

[Hook - Tyga]
Now it's big living, fast cars, model women
Penthouse, hella-chains - why you trippin?

Money & Liquor
Money & Liquor
Type of nigga

Gold sofas, gold bottles, gold women
Gold grills, gold rings - why you trippin?

Money & Liquor
Money & Liquor
Young Gudda nigga

[Verse 2 - Gudda Gudda]
Stay young Gudda nigga
Fuck them other niggas
Stumbling from the liquor
Throwing money at the strippers
Promethazine mixer, Codeine sipper
Ring on my pinky looking like the Big Dipper
Money talks, we speak often
Murking the beat, we gon need a coffin
Got a freak riding shotgun
She rolling hard on the pink dolphin
Young nigga, but the money is old
Big estates, the money don't fold
Jewelry box full of colorful shit, but
Everything on my neck is gold
Get in it, let's finish it
You talk shit, I live this shit
She love a nigga to death, so when I'm
In the pussy, I kill the shit
Money flowing like a river
I buy the bar out, I mix the money with the liquor
Nigga!

[Hook - Tyga]
Now it's big living, fast cars, model women
Penthouse, hella-chains - why you trippin?

Money & Liquor
Money & Liquor
Type of nigga

Gold sofas, gold bottles, gold women
Gold grills, gold rings - why you trippin?

Money & Liquor
Money & Liquor
Young Gudda nigga

Tyga - Well Done 2 Lyrics

Tyga - Well Done 2 Lyrics

Well, Well done!
Finish Him!

[Tyga]
Treat my dick like a dog bitch: fetch
I put it down your throat
Then I bust it on your neck
T-killer I’m a mess
Homer Simpson in the flesh
Yeah I’m doper then syringe
Fuck your bitch and all her friends
Make amends for all my sins I ain’t trippin on a bitch
I’m a bull give me wings
Too many tats on my skin
You know my rank nigga
If you speaking, come proper
Hit you with a shot like "boom shaka laka!"
Knock your ass to your feet like too much vodka
I’m hotter than a $2 pistol from a Rasta
Yeah they call me Tyga with a heart of Mufasa
Nigga I ain’t lying
Hard to find like a fossil
I’ll be outta here king shit like Cairo
Asian nigga kick you in the face Tae Bo
I’m rising with the heat on these niggas like pyro
I’m just freestyling, a nigga young and wildin’
Lord I done suffered through too many years
And we done shed so many tears
Lost many peers no memories
Just misery killing all my enemies
Fuck her til she can’t see
Fuck until we can’t breath
Knock knock who there, deez nuts in your face
Bitch I’m eating: get a plate
All my niggas do the same, most my homies Hoover Gang
Larry Hoover, Lawrence Taylor, giant Glocks
Patch your eye like a raider
Too many bitches call it "pussy mania"
Niggas tryna ball, swag, I don’t do favors
Pac shit middle finger
Finger fuck whoever hating
I’m the shit ya’ll niggas constipated
Fuck your bitch it's easy, even to a caveman
I’m good, make it
Make it rain til the roof cave in
85 laker, high rise, purple lasers
Marc Jacobs famous like the morning laser
No patients leave her in the lobby waiting
Vacation nigga; I ain’t talking Vegas