Tyga

[fox69]

"Westside"
(with Chris Brown)

"Westside"
(with Chris Brown)



[Tyga:]
100 thou, 3 kilos, my chain is illegal
My life a Tarantino, tomorrow you in the sequel
It's big dollars fuckin with this big screen
Shouldn't got crazy on the side lately, turn it on screen
Kick it like dojo, know you used to the finer things
Raised from good homes, imagine how that pussy leak
Hood Mona Lis', model for me in that lingerie
Diamond covered rosary, say a prayer then I eat
Downtown penthouse in the city, sleep
All six bitches still high from last week
Back at it, the routine is automatic
They love my ass statics, I love they ass clappin
It's all sex, we do it the best on the west
And see I walk around like I got a S on my chest
As I long ordered, that bitch coming tomorrow
King shit, [?], who think [?], come on

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
I see you workin' that baby
You need to bring your ass to the Westside
Tonight we tryin' to freak some
Bring a friend, bring a friend, it's a threesome
So tell me girl what you drinking?
We gon' have a good time, it's a party
So bring your ass to the Westside

[Chris Brown:]
Look, Virginia nigga on a California king size
Pull your panties to the left, let it G slide
Bonnie & Clyde, ride or die
That's what you need right?
Her daddy OG, she grew up on the East Side
Bumpin' and humpin' like it's nothing, feel like a assmatic
69 her favorite, that's simple mathematics
And she can tell by my eyes I love that ass-clapping
A nigga looking surprised, she got my name tatted
She a fan, fuck any nigga affiliated
Went from drug dealing to [?] graduated
But I deal with her, and let her think she made it
I'mma spend it all, shit I'm just playing baby
A 100k for the strippers, just me and my niggas
After that we party with bitches and sippin' on liquor
Inhalate them niggas, let them tats fly
That's how we do it on the Westside

[Hook]

[Chris Brown:]
You ready? Just give me a sign, girl
Cause that body looks amazing, girl
And I'm ready to give you the time of your life, baby
I think you deserve a change
Girl I'm falling in love tonight, my hand up your thigh
I see you don't give a fuck tonight, girl show you right
Let's not waste our time, like it's a 9 to 5
Me and you, both together
Getting freaky on the Westside

 

[fox69]

"Wham"

"Wham"


I hit the bitch
I know you feel special

Look me in the eyes, I ain't ever lie
Real killa bees, Wu-Tang 'bout this West Side
Dominate, make a bitch woosah, head nod
Never been fake, gettin' pussy on the red dot
Red dots, pointin' at the bullseye
Lookin' at moi, it's a thin line
Got Bobby Brown for a widow, Superman high
Who gon' contest I? Light up the Jedi
Came with the booty and some caine, purple on the dank
Drippin' my new paint, days, 50 days
Yes I'll be late, I need dollars andale-le-le
Andale, all white, Lana Del Rey
Video games, fuckin', my life, gotta love it
Nothin' above it
Angels and Rolex, a ho fast in public
I don't shop at Publix
Pussy with chopsticks, I dug it, I dug it
I'm sober until 10
If she open, I lock it and post bail
I'ma need the helipad when I land
If it's not there, we back to the crib
That Maybach my limo
So you wanna bang, my nigga?
Got a piece that'll bang, my nigga
Let's bang, my nigga
When I finish, take all your bitches
Now she tellin' me all your business

I hit the bitch with the wham
Wham, wham
Pose like that, just like that
Just like that
That bitch give me wham
Wham, wham
Tattooed that, bring that shit
Pose like that
That bitch give me wham

Wham, fuck up the bed
Hole in her neck from the fangs
Pressure and pain, adjust the brains
Rove to the Lamb', my engine the same
Asylum restrained, this ain't for playin'
Put on the mask, now I'm Zoro on the dash
They don't make 'em like this anymore, goddamn
I'm pullin' up, you would think my first name Dan
Niggas like damn, load up the pain, no blanks
Got hate, do a stain, pallbearer liftin' dead weight
How much you weigh?
On a scale... to 98
Keep it one hundred with me like sand on the beach
Need a freak of the week
That's her sister Anise, keep it G
On some real shit, niggas can't fuck with me
They can't fuck with me
Wham, wham, more than a man
Who got the keys to the Lamb'
Pussy and cash, hundreds and ass
Pulled out my stash, niggas got mad
Mad, damn, drunk when I land
Fresh off the plan, T-Raw the ram
Look me in the eyes, I ain't ever lie

I hit the bitch with the wham
Wham, wham
Pose like that, just like that
Just like that
That bitch give me wham
Wham, wham
Tattooed that, bring that shit
Pose like that
That bitch give me wham
Wham, wham
Pose like that, just like that
Just like that
That bitch give me wham
Wham, wham
Tattooed that, bring that shit
Pose like that
That bitch give me wham

(Wham)
You now listenin' to the sounds of T-Y-G, if you don't like what you hear, sit back and shut the fuck up. Oh yeah, and have a nice day

 

[fox69]

"What They Want"
(with Tyga)

"What They Want"
(with Tyga)



[Chris Brown:]
These niggas mad, They mugging me
I like my pussy bowl Mr. Clean,
She started waxing, my dick relaxing
I make her bedrock, call me the mattress king
She got a sick body, I'm like her vaccine
Come to think about it, Vitamin D
Her ass up out them Jeans, but keep your heels on
The bedroom, yeah that's the kill zone
It's Young Money baby and it's CBE,
Let my name spell it out CMB
Haters don't bother me, blogs swallow these
Oops, now watch that beat on TMZ
Breezy bitch you know it's me
Your girl wetter than Polen Springs
So I go deeper under water, Submarine
Now let me dive-in, head first Yeah I'm a nice guy,
But I'm a grown motherfucker

[Tyga:]
All of these bitches in the party, these niggas fuck with me
But I don't fuck with nobody,
I pull up in the back bitches waiting in the lobby

[Chris Brown:]
Come here, let me show you, do it like I'm 'posed to (uh) nigga,

I'm what they want, I'm what they want (uh)
I'm what they want, I'm what they want (uh)
Come here let me show you, do it how I'm 'posed to, nigga

[Tyga:]
Ha, hot damn hoe, yah I'm going in, pussy poppers want me to eat it, this is the get trim
Show me tits, grown men I don't fool around with kids
Rob Kelly, tell her piss me up 100 bid
Cash Money in this bitch
Young Money in your bizz, fuck around with that Label
Yellow labels on your ribs, that's the shit them niggas get
Homie, bitches bend they ribs, one time for the Shottas
Black hogs on them Choppers, bitch
Shit sound sick, water flow drowned bitch
Oh you smoke that seed a lot, my niggas on pounds bitch
We don't hit the club a lot, we be in them lounges
With them girls 5'10" front cover Vogue shit, bitch

All of these bitches in the party,
These niggas fuck with me, but I don't fuck with nobody
I pull up in the back bitches waiting in the lobby

Come here, let me show you,
Do it like I'm 'posed to (uh) nigga,

I'm what they want, I'm what they want (uh)
I'm what they want, I'm what they want (uh)
I'm what they want, I'm what they want (uh)
Come here let me show you, do it how I'm 'posed to, nigga

All of these bitches in the party,
These niggas fuck with me
But I don't fuck with nobody
I pull up in the back bitches waiting in the lobby

Come here, let me show you,
Do it like I'm 'posed to nigga [x2]

 

[fox69]

"What You Want"
(feat. Pharaoh Jackson)

"What You Want"
(feat. Pharaoh Jackson)



[Verse 1: Tyga]
So what they want from a nigga
Rolls on 4s, yeah brawl in this bitch
Ice scatin', big figures
My day one niggas, weekend bitches
Got in all this hatin', wonder why a nigga trippin'
Enemies distant, you washed up, dry dishes
Versace in my kitchen, my shit different
100 grands betted on it, caviar with the jet pilot
I land run way, they light it
All united, gave her this dick, she gon' like it
Just don't bite it, be politely
Said she need me like an ID, but that be outtie
5000. Gold Audi

[Verse 2: Pharaoh Jackson]
Oh you are you are you are so special to me
I wanna come home to ya, wanna make love to ya
But I gotta get this cheese
Girl, I know you like that
Tell me anything you want and I'mma get that for you
Got me thinking I'mma wife that
All ya girls and my niggas thinkin' that I adore you
Oh, oh, girl, keep shaking them hips for me
Oh, oh, girl, keep bitin' em lips
And I just don't wanna waste yo time (don't wanna waste yo time)
So let them niggas know that you're all mine
You're my wifey
He appreciate so you know I had to take that
Got a hundred bands on me
Sh shake that, girl I want to feel your body, yeah
Take that, got hundred bands on me
Can't fake that, girl I'm a real OG

Girl what you want from me
I'm out here working
Getting this money
Getting this money
Girl what you want from me I'll come and be there in a hurry
Baby hurry! In a hurry, ohh

[Verse 3: Pharaoh Jackson]
You can scream if ya want to
Dream if ya want to
Take the Maserati
Tryna beam if ya want to
Get you a ring cuz I want to
It ain't nothin' I won't do for you
Leave all these other girls alone just for you
So every night I'm comin' home just for you
Ain't nothin' more you can do to me
I love everything you do to me
Oh, oh, girl keep shakin' them hips for me
Oh, oh, girl keep bitin' your lips!

Girl what you want from me
I'm out here working
Getting this money
Getting this money
Girl what you want from me I'll come and be there in a hurry
Baby hurry! In a hurry, ohh

Take that, shake that [X2]

 

[fox69]

"When To Stop"
(feat. Chris Brown)

"When To Stop"
(feat. Chris Brown)



[Verse 1: Tyga]
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

[Hook: Chris Brown]
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 down
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 2: Chris Brown]
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: Chris Brown]
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'm in a bad mood, baby

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tyga]
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

[Hook]

[Outro: Chris Brown]
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 down
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

 

[fox69]

"Where Am I"

"Where Am I"


I travel the world, city to city don’t know where Imma stop
And I wake up every morning
Like where am I
Where am I

My deadbeat love what he does
For release are kiss and hugs
They offer drugs off to clubs
Cigarettes smoking some bube
But what he does none above
Just watching them drunk is fun
Gotta get buzzed
No groupie love on the tour bus
Knockin on wood take her to the woodshop
Pop plenty much
Livin in this fixer up
Plus the air conditioner sucks
Driver drivin' slow hard this tolls slippery roads now I’m just wishing
I was back at home

I travel the world, city to city don’t know where Imma a stop
And I wake up every morning like where am I
Where am I
Can’t getch yo money don’t even try I fly by
If you looking for me I’m in the sky
Like where am I
Where am I

Half asleep but still I dream
Wishing she was next to me
But I don’t gotta girlfriend
Tonight Miss Ouri Ashley
She will be come lay with me
We can watch some MTV
Flipping through some magazines
Look it’s me, don’t look at me
I’m to bright to see luminous, don’t you agree?
A man ain’t nothing
'til that man out hustling
Gurl trying to get me busted
Cleand or something sayin
I'm in trouble cops lookin for the suspect (what you say?)
Well fuck 'em Cuz I..

I travel the world, city to city don’t know where Imma a stop
And I wake up every morning like where am I
Where am I
Can’t getch yo money don’t even try I fly by
If you looking for me I’m in the sky
Like where am I
Where am I

Shit, we doing a hundred
I don’t think this prevost is made for it
Feeling the three wheel motion any minute bus flip over
And we’ll be rolling in the road found dead in Oklahoma
Only hung over so he doesn’t notice what’s approaching
Oh shit, here comes eighteen wheeler towing
I’m ready to jump out this motherfucker, driver please let door open
Shit is hopeless
Getting closer
Eyes closing
Collision notices
In the ocean floating where the boats is
Thank god told at least

I travel the world, city to city don’t know where Imma a stop
And I wake up every morning like where am I
Where am I
Can’t getch yo money don’t even try I fly by
If you looking for me I’m in the sky
Like where am I
Where am I

Genesis 24:56
Do not detain me, now that the lord has granted success to my journey
Send me on my way
So I may go to my master

 

[fox69]

"Who Dat"

"Who Dat"


[Intro]

Aghh Getting That Money I've Been Waiting For
Ray Allen Number Nothing Less Then 20K A Show
Used To Wanna Be A BBaller Now I Ball Without A Coach
Her She Ain't Fucking (She Ain't Fucking?)
Aghh Getting That Money I've Been Waiting For
Ray Allen Number Nothing Less Then 20K A Show
Used To Wanna Be A BBaller Now I Ball Without A Coach
Her She ain't Fucking (She Ain't Fucking?)
Then She Gotta Go
I Turn Beast Billy Badass Guerilla Mode
Call Me Young Attack You Just Give Her Minor StrokeS
Patty Cake Dick Her Down The She Row Row Her Boat
Penetrated In Her Throat Now She in A Coma Toast
Been Waiting For Ages My Nigga Kicked In The Fucking Door
Handed Me Some More Bullshit Manifested Evidence
Ever Since Turned Into A Bull Carlos Boozer Shit
Send A Killer A Kill A Stage Or Some Guerilla Shit
Says She Don't Swallow On Her Knees
She Gonna Spit It Out like A Polly Seed
I'm So Nasty Fuck Her In The Backseat
Doggystyle Lassie
Mr Boombastic Shaggy
Motherfuck The Law
I Pac All Ya'll
I Pop Off All Ya'll For My Family My Dawgs
My Mother Bless Her Heart
I Am Her Only Son And Son Ain't Far
Shining I'm A Star Nigga
Luminicent Charm
Just Blew Up But I've Been The Bomb
Boys Tried To Show Up Getting Shitted On
I'm At The Game Courtside With my Tamazon
Carrying Bong Snap Back
Getting Lap Danced While You're Getting Laughed At
I Swear This That Digger Hole Get Your Buried Track
You've Awaken The Dead The Anti Christ Is Back

I Know You Don't Give A Fuck About Me
I Swear I Don't Give A Fuck About You
So I'm a Get This Money Count It All Day
While You Motherfuckers Say Who Dat

 

[fox69]

"Wish"

"Wish"


[Verse 1: Tyga]
Well it's that Westside killa bitch, all about my paper
One hand on my guap, screaming finger fuck a hater
2 hands on my lap two bitches ass naked
300 on the drop, and I'm still your bitch favorite
I want her, I get her don't need her
Change them like seasons, fall of when I leave her
Yeah I'm cashing out, and I'm riding with that Nina
Dick game ether, she does speaking no English (Ariba!)
Wilding goin crazy
Yeah, we're in the party and the party getting faded
Already fucked up, I dont know how I made it
And I'mma need a driver, cause the driver intoxicated
A nigga can't tame me, two ladies entertain me
Pull my money out, now the club rainin'
Lemon and Ciroc, now my face changing
Looking like cable, watch 'em standing on the table, and I

[Hook x2]
Wish a nigga would like a tree in this bitch
Wish a nigga would like a tree in this bitch
Wish a nigga would like a tree in this bitch
We in this bitch, we-we in this bitch

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Two seater, bitch I ain't in a Beetle
Just put 4's on the ghost, but I don't need 'em
Rich game, no shirt, no hole beater
Hotter than the mufuckin devil red Beamer
Wrist gleamer, all about my own demeanor
Said he from the land, but niggas said they never seen ya
Put ice in Adele for no reason
And she catch my balls, like gold keepers
Trippy more, hella bass
Put the bump in your face; why you all up in my space?
Bitch back back, keep my house, cars up to date
Got five hoes with me like I'm on a Elimidate
Nigga don't hate, my money been straight
King gold chains, on the license plate
As I valet the ride
2 chains on, no lie

[Hook x2]

[Bridge]
Wilding goin crazy, yeah we in the party and the party gettin faded, faded, faded
Wilding goin crazy, yeah we in the party and the party gettin faded, faded, faded
Wilding goin crazy, yeah we in the party and the bitches gettin faded, faded, faded
Wilding goin crazy, yeah we in the party and these niggas going crazy, man I...

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Wonder Woman"
(feat. Chris Brown)

"Wonder Woman"
(feat. Chris Brown)



[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 I see you in the skies

[Tyga]
Damn she bad, damn she bad
heels with the matching bag
mirror with the lip gloss
lick her lips then she laugh
Lady Gaga colored Mac
all her friends using that
she could be on magazines, but she aint really into that
owww, damn she bad
had to say it twice, its gettin’ late
you should spend the night
no rushing thangs, got a whole lot of game
and I’m stuck in my ways, but just for you, I’ll change
Polaroid camera put this moment on your freezer
5 in the mornin’ yawning, kiss ya while you sleepin’
half awake I can see you peekin’
wake up baby cuz...

[Chris Brown - Chorus]

[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 La Perla lacing
lets get naked, rip our clothes off
I’m 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]

 

[fox69]

"Word On The Street"

"Word On The Street"


[Intro]
Word on the street I got gold bricks

[Verse 1:]
Word on the street I got gold bricks
Put kinggold chains on yo bitch
Let'her cry for me, that’s hooty and a blowfish
She gon blow dick til she pop, how many licks?
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
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

Ho 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 2:]
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 fair
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 pork 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