Tyga

[fox69]

"Hypnotized"

"Hypnotized"


Uh, just bought a condo downtown, high as fuck
27th, floor all the bitches down to fuck
Big donkey butt, Ciroc coconut
Big gulps, drink it all like a Slurpee cup
Brain freeze, ice like a hockey puck
London town, Westwood, what the fuck is up?
Just checked my account, another hundred thou’
Niggas sendin’ me money like I’m PayPal
Wait pal, pow pow, 40 cal
Smith N Wessun, make a wrestler whistle loud
I’m in the grocery store, can’t even walk the aisles
Ya girls see me, nah, I’m takin’ pictures with a smile
Sunlight reflectin’ off my gold skin
Last King killing everything you dressin’ in
Blacks, Mexicans say, when your shit goin drop?
I tell em, Careless World probly goin’ make the world stop
Vibrate your soul, make your pussy pop
Presidential suite, tip the bell hop
I speak a language, your money like a C-note
Spitting my phlegm on pictures birds and eagles
I’m on a mission to Mars, Don Cheadle
I’m a legend to ya’ll ordinary people
From Hollywood to Cerritos
The black beatles, and I ain't even got a single
And living single
All my diamonds seem clear
Louie trunks in my living room bitches stare
Who is this young? how’d he manage to make it here
The future is ours, robotic sports car
Paid for, therefore, beach chair just chillin’
I don’t eat pork and I’ve never tried chillins
Its hard living in hell, why should demons avail?
Turn into a human shell
Hate you ’cause they hate themselves
Haah, blood thinner, poppin’ pills to stay balanced
On or off the road, everydays a challenge
I need a studio, book me room A achalice?
I gotta go its gettin’ late and I ain't got my license

Cop pull me over and shit, asking why I was driving reckless
I told I’m I was a rapper, look at my watch
Still gave me a ticket though

Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized
Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized
Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized
Open your mind
Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized
Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized
Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized
Open your mind

 

[fox69]

"I $mile, I Cry"

"I $mile, I Cry"


I smile, I cry
In love I fall
I’ve won, I’ve lost
And I’ll do it all again
This is who I am
Who I am
All I got
It’s all I need

Started out wit zero
Just a fist full of tear
Just a pad and a pencil
As I scribbled down my fears
Screaming out I'm ready to die
That's a lie. I ain't going nowhere
Till all my niggas get a Benz
I'm sitting in the crib with the miraculous view
I FaceTime my little man, you know daddy miss you
But I gotta rock this tour and get this mortgage
Smile for us mama, damn you so supportive
So make sure I'm cleared, no distortion
I know we used to argue but you'll always be important
Don't cry for me
Looking out the window, flying over Miami
All bottles prolly poppin' but I'm turned in my album
Get amnesia when they ask
"Who you got your style from?"
You niggas make me laugh till I cry
Scared to use your voice, all you have is your sight
A blogger’s gon’ blog, a baller’s gon' ball
Charge it to the game and get it in the lane and take the charge
72 and 10
I guess you can't win 'em all
Till my niggas hold on like you waiting on the car
And if you fall its my fault. Shit you know I got you

I smile, I cry
(You know I got you)
In love I fall
(You know I got you)
I've won, I lost
(Ugh you know I got you)
And I'll do it all again
(I do it like I got to)
This is who I am
(Ugh you know I got you)
(Yeah you know I got you)
Who I am
(You know I got you)
All I got is all I need
(I do it like I got to)

Ugh, pressure make diamonds
I put pressure all the times
So, I'm always at the jeweler getting fresher all the time
Time for a white suede happy to see me shine
Got me crying on your shoulder, Rawwest Nigga Alive
Superb, stand up guy, tallest nigga alive
GQ Party Chateau Marmont
Saint Laurent suit, I had to show my mind
Pull up in the phantom, cameras know my car
Now you looking like me, bitch stole my look
Never played by the book
You see the shows I've booked
Money over bitches, see the hoes I shook
It was long cold nights on the road I took
All the shit I kicked, I should soak my foot
Don't cry for me, hear my flow you know I'm good
Ugh yeah you know I'm good
Cause a blogger's gon' blog, a baller's gon' ball
Check the names in the hall, see my name on the wall
You see everything I do
Matches everything I talk
I swear the summer's mine
And I never let you fall
And if you fall, it's my fault
You know I got you

I smile, I cry
(You know I got you)
In love I fall
(You know I got you)
I've won, I lost
(Ugh you know I got you)
And I'll do it all again
(I do it like I got to)
This is who I am
(Ugh you know I got you)
(Yeah you know I got you)
Who I am
(You know I got you)
All I got is all I need
(I do it like I got to)

 

[fox69]

"I Am"

"I Am"


Welcome to a sound to a sound I am loud I am loud to a crowd and a crowd goes for miles
I am what I am to a fan I am him to him his perfession a legend I am. [x2]

I am what a faucet is to some water water and a chain when a chain I'm a target target to a stalker stalking not an option.
Options got plenty of those many female partners. Pardon my nonsense time erased don't take much often.
Often I parties. party get Nauseous. you Nauseous be cautios cause cautios can get you farther.
My farther was uh never around so some hard times tarnished.but I'm sorry.

Welcome to a sound to a sound I am loud I am loud to a crowd and a crowd goes for miles
I am what I am to a fan I am him to him his perfession a legend I am. [x2]

Mostly my writting is cake to the icing.
Icing on a track on a track I am lightning fast when I'm striking thunder when I'm fighting fighting for this title.
And the title reads idol. idol from the biters they bite it plagarize it.
They playing when I'm grinding grinding through a fire to a fire I'm a lighter to a picture I'm a striker a tyson when it's violence I'm solid I am.

Welcome to a sound to a sound I am loud I am loud to a crowd and a crowd goes for miles
I am what I am to a fan I am him to him his perfession a legend I am. [x2]

I am junior young ruler I am the boo to ya boo ya spook ya true guy who I
You are scary
You are very average like fucking missionaries.
And I am not I very no comparey son daughter I am carter I'm eating
I own my own reasturant dude go to the studio and hustle my food
Sure I am rude I am what I am a black male that they can never blackmale
Crake sale hine hell triple beam scale and I am the best rapper alive
And I hope the next rapper is better then I now what are you?

Welcome to a sound to a sound I am loud I am loud to a crowd and a crowd goes for miles
I am what I am to a fan I am him to him his perfession a legend I am.

 

[fox69]

"I Bet"
(with Chris Brown)
(feat. 50 Cent)

"I Bet"
(with Chris Brown)
(feat. 50 Cent)



[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet
Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet
Don't be mad at me
I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas
No sympathy for you niggas

[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Ho, shut the fuck up, miss me with the bullshit
Balling like a bitch, all my niggas hood rich
Bring some bitches to the crib, show 'em what the wood is
Your bitch look like shanayay, nah-uh, oh my goodness
It's 500, that be the block
Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots
Where the plug at? Tell him meet me at the docks
Sent the little homie through, it might be the cops
Hold up, I'm getting money, boy
Your girl want me cause I got them toys
Rari's and the Bentleys and the bender doors
Double decker buses and them private jets I spend it on
Painted on the Maserati, look like it been shitted on
Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous I'm a pervert
I be in the pussy deep, a nigga fuckin' up her cervex
Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that shit on purpose
Cause I hope a nigga see it when he comin' home from work

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
I got a hundred on it
She ain't faithful to you, nigga
Word around town, you know thots get around
Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie
I gave her fuck what you know, makes no sense you, ho
Rolls gas pedals, Pockets on roseo
Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, bitch
So comfortable, now get your ass off my couch, bitch
Bounce shit, mouse shit, put in your mouth shit
I've been playin' with the pussy, time to put that thing in
Bang it, I'm bangin', my binger off safety
I'm slayin', she chased it, she swallowed, she wasted
Fuckin' amazin', pump out that bass like freebasin'
It's a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it
Come again, I replay it, speed it up, I'm speed racer
Bet if you catch her lyin' she gonna reverse it cause

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - 50 Cent:]
I bet your bitch’ll be ready when I say I’m finna leave
We only fuck with the foreigns, Ferrari horse on them keys
You be that nigga she call on when she need someone to love
I be that nigga, we just turn up, we just ball out n fuck
After the thuggin' I be nuttin' in her mouth like this
And you come home like, honey, I'm home, come and give me kiss
It's not a thing for me, really not a thing for me
We from different sets, why your bitch wanna bang with me?
All the time, all the time, I be on the grind
Hoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind
It's the paper, they know a nigga get it, get it
Shawty gone be with it, let a nigga get it, hold up in it

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Ya'll bitchass niggas got me fucked up. I'm not fuckin' yall niggas. I don't give a fuck who ya'll is. And I don't give a fuck if you Chris Brown or Tyga. And ya'll not giving me my coin. I wanna be on TV, I wanna be on Love and Hip Hop, on Hollywood and shit. Don't get it fucked up

 

[fox69]

"I Remember"
(feat. The Game & Future)

"I Remember"
(feat. The Game & Future)



[Hook: Future]
It's been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope
But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember
Baking soda and a Triple Beam, I remember
Loaded fully auto-magazine, I remember

[Bridge: Future]
I done fucked so many bitches that I can't remember names, but if you
Put that pussy right up in my face, I remember, the way she put it down
On the flo', I remember, the way she bring it down on the pole, I remember

[Verse 1: Game]
Pop the pussy don't play with it, I don't care if Kayne hit it
I don't care if Jay hit it, I'mma eat it up and I'mma lay wit' it
We shot a choppa' at the gun range, got stupid cars, got dumb change
Red bottoms, let the tongue hang, got a off-white Porsche, cum stain
I'm whippin' work (I remember), Roll up that Purp' (I remember)
Po' up that surp, (I don't remember) How Tunechi had that purple slushie
Comin' out that blender
Got a Keisha, got a Ronda, got a Neisha, got a Tanya, got a Teisha
And had a Honda, and I eat her Anaconda
Got condomds in that condo, got kush greener than Rondo
Still hit me up for that blow, You already know

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Got a Rolls Royce, got a black Benz, Got a bad bitch, with some bad friends
She bring em' through and I fuck them, but I don't fuck with them in public
Got random bitches just walkin' up, they be like "Do you remember us?"
She show me that tat, on her ass, and I be like "I remember"
Chop it up, like a blender, I fuck then I befriend her
Got a red bitch call her Ginger, Ass and Cash on my agenda
You buy the bitch, we rent her, she took the cash and I sent her
That pussy prolly' so tight, callin that shit 'Illegal Tender'
(Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up), That's a young nigga dinner
Fish eyes to a fuckin' Lion, that's Visene, nigga never cry
We the young niggas wild'n out, talkin' shit to niggas that's 35
Yo daughter pull in my driveway, I smash that in overdrive

[Hook]

[Bridge]

 

[fox69]

"I'm Different"

"I'm Different"


[Hook]

I’m different, yeah I’m different
I’m different, yeah I’m different
I’m different, yeah I’m different

[Verse]
Lambo Aventador, spent half a million,
Car Weezy, mixtape got no ceiling,
Floss like a dentist, numb to a bitch, no feelin’
Lotta bad bitches and my niggas fully trippin’
OGs got old clips like Lord Willin’
Let the gat squeeze, like fresh lemons
Old money but I need more like Demi
Raw like Eddie, keep a sidekick semi
Shit bang, you goin’ dumb
I’m going Timmy
I don’t drive no fuckin’ Infinity
Pull up, niggas clear the vicinity
killin’ your vanity
Hot like Alana be, shots, niggas scramblin’
All about my chips
Gamblin’ Mandalay Bay veteran
Bad bitch, let her in
Late night, let ‘em in,
Alergic to broke niggas, Claritin
7-6 ball hard always stay travellin’
Referee shots got haters back peddlin’
Bald like I’m 70, stay with the weather ‘93,
Gotta fly private cause my niggas got felonies
Used to do Beverly, now we shop overseas
Pop that dick, bitches fit it in their ovaries
I love it when a bitch got her ass tatted
Said she just got it done, don’t pat it
Both hands left cheeks now I’m left handed
Ass so big, can’t look at it
Can’t look at it, can’t look at it
Made me bust fast like I’m trigger happy
She like when I talk shit like Bill O’Reilly
And I give her hard wood, like a cabin
Cabin in the woods
all you niggas actin’ scary
Get my collab on, Dr. Romanelli
Shirt off, nigga feelin’ like Makaveli
Y’all my niggas goin’ HAM
We don’t need a deli
Ain’t shit you can tell me
Got ‘em pissed off, R. Kelly
Bitches tell me “sure” like Al B
All I do is win like Gwen don’t doubt me
Bitch took 22 years to get rich
Been in love twice, still screamin’
“Bitches ain’t shit”
Tryin’ ta keep my niggas out of jail
they always hittin’ licks
And I’m paid in full
niggas call me Money Makin’ Mitch
T Real, that’s my nigga,
Nitty Santana, he’ll groove a nigga,
Eat quick cash like a fast food dinner
Niggas don’t remember shit
They gon’ remember me, nigga

‘Cause I’m the shit, bitch!

 

[fox69]

"I'm Done"

"I'm Done"


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
Mothafucka, 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’fuckin 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 motherfuckin 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!

 

[fox69]

"I'm Gone"
(feat. Big Sean)

"I'm Gone"
(feat. Big Sean)



[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ugh, looking around glass, my future is in the past
I’m re-arranging my life, I’m single and now I laugh
All of the moments we had, beginning and just the end
At the end, still ain't friends, heard I was on your hit list
Damn, now I’m driving Ferrari fucking random bitches
People saying I made it but I don’t feel too different
Wayne told me “Close your eyes, they’ll never see your Vision”
So I stay ready to die behind these Biggie lenses
Reinventing all the Audemars/Breguet shit
Just left the hood, word to the 5th Dist
Bout to cop a G to the roof like Diddy
And my city color purple nigga, no ceiling
It take time when you plying on the beat
I kill it, I bet I kill it
Producer witness to see
Bitches standing on they feet, handicap get out your seat
Got that buzz: Lil B, sting a bitch: Ali
Compare tighter rappers, but my songs greater
Just compare me to dope dealers and ball players
Cause I’m a dope ass nigga and I ball player
Never save a hoe, can’t even get a Life Saver
She gon fuck her way to the top and fall later
So I'mma fuckin never call her later
Ugh, Skinny nigga got my weight up
Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing?
We ain't racing, Mufucka I’m gone!

[Hook]
Middle finger to my haters, mu-fucka why you hating? I’m gone
I ain’t really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga, I’m gone
Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I’m gone
Even though I’m out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I’m gone

[Verse 2: Tyga]
She fuckin with me, these niggas ain’t fuckin with me
Got my mind on my money, my money piling up hundreds
You say you did it, I done it
You old nigga, I’m younger
You fold up under pressure
I’m good straighter then stretchers, Ugh
Bitches pecking my wood: Wood Chuckka Chuckka
Never gave 2 fucks: Double Rubbers
Now your color turn your face to a red Gusher
And your girl stick it to me like a car bumper
Never depended on anyone co-dependent
Kept my thoughts to myself, I don’t need opinions
No middle mans, in the middle of my sands
Niggas thing they sweet, they can’t even pay their incidentals
I’m detrimental, on any instrumental
I ain’t pullin teeth, nigga better hide your pillow
To these rappers to the fucking grizzle
Bad to the bone, Red Zippers, Mike Jizzle, Nigga gone

[Hook x2]
Middle finger to my haters, mu-fucka why you hating? I’m gone
I ain’t really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga, I’m gone
Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I’m gone
Even though I’m out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I’m gone

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
B.I.G., Finally Famous in this
I say fuck sleep stayed up, fuck you, pay up
Always got the paycheck, never took a pay cut
Payday'll be worth all the broke nights I stayed up
So in my cup I’m mixing up whatever dreams are made of
Not too many Young G’s made it where I am
So I was waiting on a doctor man, patient as I am
I guess the Young D-Boy made it into a man
With girls half-naked around, like we finna land the sand
Red-eyes to Rome and they connecting to France
With some bomb-ass pussy, that bitch came straight from Iran
My jewelry made in Japan, I’m off California drugs
And where I made my money? Nigga all of the above
I could count my inner circle on my hands and my feet
Passing joints long as a branch cause it’s family tree
Doing “kush-ups” man cause the Weed too strong
I’m a G + One what’s that muthafucka? That’s gone

 

[fox69]

"I'm On It"
(with Chris Brown)
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"I'm On It"
(with Chris Brown)
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Tyga]
I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
If we talkin' bout money bitch

[Tyga - Verse 1]
Snap back chiller
gold chain nigga
snaps no tigger, tyga bitches
hundred proof liquor
live no liver
theres hoes on this muthafucking strip, stripping
a nigga no different
so we hold the heat though
smash on the bitch brains looking like meatloaf
the hoe know me close she lying, Leo's
pedigree and swag is so cold, zero
hop in Medino, oops I meant Medina,
life is a bitch better know how to treat her
I don't get in between, my goal be to win
young money heisman rookies of the year

[Chorus]

[Tyga - Verse 2]
Raise hell boy hell yeah I'm hot hello
boy yellow, but my bitch back from the ghetto
with the flow watch it pop, sizzle
you feeling me, better break fast mc griddles
I ain't finna slow down, keep running your mouth
I'm running the real estate, party in the fucking house
my niggas is loud in the lobby they can't turn us down
Have have a drink drink drink, some Coke and a smile
I run town all day 24 miles
150 on the dash can't even count
keep fucking bitch, ain't shit to talk about

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Be-best Rapper C.E.O.
Fine as wine flow
Pinot Grigio
Niggas cant fuck with me
Leave the bitches, need the hoes
Life is a motherfucker gamble, Peter Rose
Momma taught me well, Kush and the L
Paper everywhere like books just fell
More money to make, More pussy to smell
Like yea imma Libra like put that on a scale
New Orleans nigga with my dick up in my right hand
Young Money nigga money longer then a lifespan
Still go to sleep with my Bible on my nightstand
Flyer then a bitch and you ain't even got cha flight plan

I’m on it..I’m on it..Tuneche!..yea..SooWoo...Soo Woo Trill
hahahaha,
yeaaa

 

[fox69]

"I'm On One"

"I'm On One"


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 beat then
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