Тексты песен «Tyga»

first scene, producers pointin' like action as the chain swings, lettin' shine no sheen just my dream, turn reality well done they say to me, how flatterin? i'm just makin it work like batteries abuse and batter me, but...

Uh, Sneak peek through the window pane. Girls all aboard, this Young Money train. Ever since fame, Shit'll never be the same. The world want a show, So I'ma be the stage. Dim the lights, Listen to what I'm gone say...

YMCMB, rawest niggas doing it School for the blind, I don't see these niggas doing it I'm doing it and doing it and doing it well Niggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail? Hit you like a bully bitch, yeah saved by the...

{*title of song sung in background*} [Tyga] Being king took me on a journey All across the world Sidetracked from the love for my Queen Realizin I had to make an effort to show a King's life But this is life...

[Intro] Make it nasty, make make make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty [Chorus] Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop-drop it on the bitch, make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop-pop it on a bitch, make it...

chorus: never will i be the same... came with the fame we just party cause, i've got a name, for them life is the same, (the same) but man, i will never be the same! as i held every prayer, my wing to the stage, grab a...

[Verse 1] Okay, ocean view glass house, room full of heaters Dick game make a faithful bitch start cheating A blessing to these hoes, Got em praying for no reason Got real niggas with me and all my hoes conceited I eat...

She gon have a fuckin orgasm [2X] Uhh, beat, beat it like the melody She gon bend it over, hands on her knees She gon have a fuckin orgasm [2X] Put it deep where she tellin me Rock her like a baby she gon fall asleep...

[Chorus - Kirko Bangz] She say I'm trynna make this work, you're doin' it again Fuck this shit, I'm out this bitch Say I'm out this bitch (I'm out this bitch) Say I'm out this bitch (I'm out this bitch) Say I'm out this...

Pain! Deep in my heart! Pain! Got me this far! Pain! Follows me in the dark! Pain! So I copped the new car! Pain! Washed down my thoughts! Pain! Makes me feel nause! Pain! This lifestyle brought! Pain! I'm in so fuck...

(Hook) Niggas wanna stop me like the nazzi Getting money like Illuminati Look up and see the palm trees, fuck everybody Palm trees, fuck everybody All I see is the money, buried over the struggle I know religion got me,...

Tyga Tyga Young Money Lloyd i got you life move fast everyday flash we like hand bags(girls gotta grab) some say its bad to love with a laugh she smiles at me(dont even know who i am) but she with me tonight til the...

"Party Over Here" Hey lil mama, what's poppin tonight tho [Chorus:] Its a party over here, party party over here, party party over here, party party party over here, said get ya mink up, throwing money in my cup, said...

(Intro): (Man feels good dot it) (Stress, Gotta lot of stress to get of my chest) Ahhh let me talk to you baby (You know,im thinkin sometimes i would talk i out) Ohh sit down..... (But it nver happened that way) (So i...

[Chorus] Why do we fight? Why do we argue? All through night When we should be pillow talking baby Make the wrongs All things aside Swallow our pride And just love each other all the time You got me, and I got you What...

[Intro: Tyga] Nigga, and arch that back I hit her, the knick-knack, give her that dab Yeah, nigga, smoke that [Verse 1: Tyga] I, I know a little bitch by the name Shanelle Always wearin' Louis, but fake Chanel I'm just...

Young money pust that on the beat hoe Walk up on this bitch with a hundred grand Two rollies on my arm another hundred grand Bitch let the money burn nigga no tan Got a young bitch fuckin doin what she can Pop it up...

One shot bomb the clock Bitches jumping on my dick Hopping like it's hopscotch Booty pop My bitch don't wear that she probably ass shots I don't give a fuck I fuck them all till they're pussy ouch Potty mouth ouchie...

"Press 7" [Verse 1] First off let me clear my chest Started off on baby steps We get right to the moment where babys come next Grab tight holdin our self to whats nothin left Two choices I'm ya boyfriend or lets just...

[Intro] Rack Rack City bitch {*3X*} Mustard on the beat! [Tyga] Rack City bitch, Rack Rack City bitch Ten ten, ten twenties on ya titties bitch Hundred deep, V.I.P., no guest list T-T-Raw, you don't know who you fuckin...