Tyga

[fox69]

"Jumpin Like Jordan"
(feat. Migos & Rich The Kid)

"Jumpin Like Jordan"
(feat. Migos & Rich The Kid)



[Hook]
Got the trap house jumping like Jordan
Pull up in a brand new foreign
300 hundred on the dash, and a paycheck, cash, take off on you niggas, Jeff Gordon
Ap, it cost me fifty
Model ho, yeah she with me
Living life like I’m Diddy
In the kitchen with Whitney
Got the trap house jumping like Jordan, trap, trap house jumping like Jordan
Got the trap house jumping like Jordan, trap, trap house jumping like Jordan
Ap, it cost me fifty
Model ho, yeah she with me
Living life like I’m Diddy
In the kitchen with Whitney

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Yeah, Yeah trap house jumping like Jordan
J's in the hood, they’re snorting
Double cup, lean, I’m pouring
Your bitch whipping in the early morning
Pulled up in the drop top phantom
Niggas in the hood can’t stand it
Whip game is so special
I’m whipping at the whole grand canyon
I got Molly, I got white, Marilyn Mason!
I went to the jeweler, cashed out on a new piece, now my diamonds dancing
Your bitch think I’m romantic
My coke card game is frantic
My whip game make you panic
My plug is Phil Jackson
Feeling like Mutombo, I got all the Kush bowls
Juggin at the Texaco, you smoking on Reginald
Trap game, Elvis Presley, you can’t impress me
Dark skinned ho, cook up the dope, she look like Nestle
Gone..

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Auggh!!
Uh, Aye bitch, tongue out
Alley oop this bad bitch, Tim Duncan, in her mouth
My nigga came with some white girl
I told that nigga no doubt
If I ain't the rawest out, I'm like Willis what the fuck you talkin' bout
Trap house jumping like Jordan
Trap house jumping like Jordan
At D.O.A with 40 thousand, with 40 bitches bout to blow it
I'm on the jet hung over, Migos meet me when I get sober
All these niggas acting like soldiers, make a phone call and it's over (Bitch!!)
Rich game, LK
Get up off my dick snake
You bitch made, and your bitch a maid
My worst day is my better days
My chain came from the Everglades
My money great, you forever fake
Tatted up like a esse'
My ap worth a house on the lake
Auggh!!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
Got the trap house jumping like Kobe
Cashed a hundred K on the rollie
You don't want it with me nigga, don’t talk to me nigga
Ima real ass nigga, you phony!
In the kitchen whipping up them babies
And pirex trap go crazy
Young nigga got money, young nigga got work
Young nigga got crack like the 80s
I’m winning, I’m winning, I’m dunking, I’m dunking
I’m Jordan, you not even Kobe
In the kitchen with the pirex pot
Water whipping and the pot too hot
Drinking lean, out the bottle
In a Aston Martin, foreign with a model
So many racks on me, got tats on me
In the bed with 6 hoes like 2 x 3...

[Hook]

[Verse 4: TakeOff]
Trap house like Jordan
I’m a free man, no Morgan!
That choppa, it take out you organs
I play with them keys, no organ!
Bitch in my kitchen, she snorting
The lean, I’m pouring, I'm snoring
I’m making them plays in Delaware
Versace, Medusa my underwear
Who the fuck, nigga better have help
You don't trap on the block if you don't live there
The trap be jumping, and bunking, the fiends they running, the money keep coming
I'm kicking hoes out like a punter, if I start shooting, turn to a track runner
I'm calling up rich, he bringing the kids, Whipping the babies all summer

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"King & Queens"
(feat. Nas & Wale)

"King & Queens"
(feat. Nas & Wale)



[Intro: Tyga]
We all dream one day we kings and queens
We all dream one day we kings and queens
My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream
My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, don’t sit with denim
My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless
5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking something like chemists
Monumental shit is, statues like Egyptians
God cover my soul, need it, can’t let it go
I know you get lonely when I ain’t home, on the road
I know I ain’t perfect, I’m out here working for the throne
I would take you along, but then that college loan you’ll owe
Young girls in cheap dresses, tryna impress us
Saying they all different, but I don’t show them no effort
Underestimated that R8, then I tested
Had to make investments, honey colored dressed it
I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism West shit
shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong
Go against a bull nigga head-on
I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb
Army stance, ready for war
We used a Andy Warhol to paint the decor
Apologizing for my actions, sometimes I get bored
They say my music knocks, so I hope it open every door

[Hook: Tyga (x2)]
We all dream one day we kings and queens
We all dream one day we be kings and queens
My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream
My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

[Verse 2: Wale]
Never take this shit to heart, I take indo to chest
And now a nigga chasing dreams without losing his breath
Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best
Though I do this to be heard, I’ma do it to death
We in cool with all of these niggas
I’m through with all of these niggas
You fool with all of these niggas
You lose like all of these (niggas)
Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits
Anybody riding with young’in will probably recoup
Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed with them lyrics
Finna be king, but I’m way too proud to offer as minion
I just offer a guillotine to my vehicle, nigga
And don’t offer the least of shit to these people’s opinions
I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the b*tches
Double M-G, Y-M-C-M, B because we run this you dig?
We all kings, give anything to my soft queens
I’m lost without them, when they around I am Charles Sheen

[Hook: Tyga (x2)]
We all dream one day we kings and queens
We all dream one day we be kings and queens
My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream
My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

[Verse 3: Nas]
You’re in the presence of a majestic, esoteric
Message from the most ghettoest king, worldwide respected
I can say ghettoest ‘cause I come from where metal spit
Praying to God I can slide and slip out the Devil’s grip
Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip
Tryna slow down with this pussy, I can’t, I love this shit
I seem to love these whips - a white
Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, I need another hit
At night, where they murdered Herbie Draws
That’s the same block Metta World Peace learned to play ball
See I’m born alone, die alone, from the hoods to the private home
College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom
Shout out to baby mothers of niggas who gangbang
‘Cause he could die any day and you still the same thing
So that make you a queen, surviving anything
Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring
Pimp of the year, I could smack your father
Not only with my hand, but with a black revolver
I been in pressed silk since breast milk
Mets cap on tilt, we some kings, nigga

 

[fox69]

"King Company"
(feat. Honey Cocaine)

"King Company"
(feat. Honey Cocaine)



[Verse 1: Honey Cocaine]
Yellow bitch wear gold jewels
New bitch, drive old school
Them bitches hate like, "Who you?"
You ain't shit, you boo-boo
I gets mine and take yours
Shitting what I made for
Touring, bitch, I give it dawg
Tell her that I said, "I did it, dawg"
Yellow bitch, all night
Yellow bitch, all right
Yellow bitch, I does my thang
All the homies say why
I know, I know, I know your nigga love to sing my songs, bitch
If you fucking with me, then you fucking with the wrong bitch
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
He 'bout it, 'bout it
He hit it, hit it
Can't live without it, 'out it
I'm in this dawg, treat that rap like it's my job
When my brahs fuck the cops, thirsty bitches acting pause
Don't be moving like you and I was friends or something
Cause I'm just doing me, rapping trying to spit something
I don't know you brah
Suck my clit, I don't owe you brahs
Dark skin bitch with the golden hair
Honey Cocaine to the fucking world, hey

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Fuck the world, came and gave her a baby
My car do 180, I'm losing sperm, I'm faded
Your girl ejaculate me, I'm horse riding that anal
This crazy shit I be saying insane, I'm Charles Manson
This motherfucker ain't landing
I'm landing on bitches' panties
That lambskin in the Lambo
Shoot up your leg, now you can't stand me (ha)
Pop up, pop up on you with cars you've seen in cartoons
I'm like f-f-f-fuck you, cause you, ain't got nothing to lose
Funny, Adam Sandler
I cover my back with mammals
They judge me, don't need a panel
You gossip too much; E channel
W-w-why you all up on me?
I thought I told you don't call me
My cousins, they see me shining
Now they're all begging for diamonds
I, I'm just good with this rhyming
Rolex, that's perfect timing
Might change my name to Muhammad
Like Ali, she call me Papi (ah)
Don't want more problems
I just want more money
Two house bunnies to keep the king company (ha)

 

[fox69]

"KnowUrSelf"

"KnowUrSelf"


Touch your body know yourself
Aha, yeah, yeah, yeah
You touch your body, know yourself, mami
Aha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Touch your body, know yourself
Aha, I know it helps yeah yeah yeah
You touch your body, know yourself, mami
Go for self, mami, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yougin' toppin' off Ducatis
My whip just showin' they privates
Yeah, they topless
Touch my body, get to know me, mami
Take your time, slow motion on it
High Definition H2O water on a pinky
She ain't know whether to touch it or drink it
Yeah, if you touch it, you suck it
Shit, we was already touchin', woah
Touch your body, butterflies in the stomach
Lie to my niggas be sellin' pies and they hustle
Lot of them niggas ain't put their mans in position
And I'm coutin' cash on my family
Yeah that's family tradition
Touch my body, get to know me, mami
Read the ink
I don't fear nobody but God
And God took his time on you
I took you to the jeweler, ugh
Cause you were a diamond book

Touch your body, know yourself
Aha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Touch your body, know yourself, mami
Aha, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Touch your body, know yourself
Aha, I know it helps, yeah, yeah, yeah
Touch your body, know yourself, mami
Go for self, mami, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What I look like in the Mase
She said the engine don't tickle her clit
I got the 'Rari
I put a ribbon on it pop that at the party
I ain't the hardest nigga out
But I'm the rawwest nigga out
So touch your body, know yourself, mami
You the one, no one else, mami
I'm high and drunk, stumblin' through the sofa
Tell lobby
Ghetto nigga shoppin' Bonies
Give my box as from Target, yeah
But touch my body
Yeah the shirt's Versace
Italian silk T-Raww and Cuban links that's just how I'm built
The 458 Italian's Milk
Niggas cryin' 'bout it but it's already spilt
Yeah, yeah, yeah
So touch your body, know yourself
You owe yourself
Control freak, control yourself
Your boy the champ, I hold the belt
They wanna hold somethin', tell 'em hold [?]
Yeah all we do is win
They owe in twelve

Don't let them touch your body, know you're worth
Aha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Touch your body, know yourself, mami
Aha yeah yeah yeah
Touch your body know yourself
Aha, I know it helps, yeah, yeah, yeah
Touch your body, know yourself, mami
Go for self, mami, woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Lap Dance"

"Lap Dance"


Benzo, batman, big hoe, lap dance
Ass so fat need a lap dance
Ass so fat I need a lap dance
Benzo, batman, big hoe, lap dance
Ass so fat need a lap dance
Ass so fat I need a lap dance

[Verse 1]
Shit straight killer, Max Payne, Travis Porter, make it rain
Young Money gang, put you on the team
All my bitches fly, put you on a plane
Hundreds in your face, why you broke boy?
Not from Chi city but I make the Illinois
Let your pride gone walk it out
In the bank and I’m only cashing large amounts
One, one, two, two bitch what it do? three, four, drop it to the floor
five, five, six, six, rub her on the tits
Seven, seven, eight, eight, make that ass shake

[Hook]
Benzo, batman, thick hoe, lap dance
Ass so fat need a lap dance
Ass so fat I need a lap dance
Benzo, batman, big hoe, lap dance
Ass so fat need a lap dance
Ass so fat I need a lap dance

[Verse 2]
It’s raining ass and titties, yeah, ass and titties
If you ain’t throwing money, mind your fucking business
Floss like a dentist, Dennis the menace
Room of crazy niggas, probably get a life sentence
Sharper than a tac, attack and bite you bitches
Swagga jack and biting on like you niggas
Like conscious rappers, mad cause we winning
Snug long nose call it Scottie Pippen
Ahh, got like 200k large, in the back seat of my car
Like Cialis I go hard, motherfucker
One, one, two, two bitch what it do? three, four, drop it to the floor
five, five, six, six, rub her on the tits
Seven, seven, eight, eight, make that ass shake

[Hook]

Make it, make it, make it clap
Make it, make it, make it clap
Make it, make it, make it clap
Make it, make it, make it clap

One, one, two, two bitch what it do? three, four, drop it to the floor
five, five, six, six, rub her on the tits
Seven, seven, eight, eight, make that ass shake

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Lay You Down"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"Lay You Down"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Lil Wayne:]
Hello world my name is not important.
Today its about (Tyga) yes sir, lay you (lay you) lay you (lay you) down.
Yeah, let's go.. Ima sit back and smoke.. I might grab my guitar.

[Hook:]
I got these bullets in the cham-ber
Don't make me let off a round
If my lifes in dan-ger
I'm gonna lay you down lay you down
Ya lifes in my cham-ber
Don't make me let off a round
If my lifes in dan-ger
I'm gonna lay you down lay you down

[Tyga:]
Uhh I ain a killer but don't push me
Far from a saint, don't play that reggie bushing
Face covered, Louie hoodie oh he rock skinnies bet we get'em still
(Lay you) pow pow (lay you down) Won't even be present for witness
Wayne said it, send a debit, what them boys charge for it
Recycle her boyfriend, wanna fight box him in, card board
Tyga star, haters home, look up, yup, I'm on tour
What you plottin for, Part four

[Hook:]
I got these bullets in the cham-ber
Don't make me let off a round (so like I said)
If my lifes in dan-ger (or better yet like he said)
I'm gonna lay you down lay you down
Ya lifes in my cham-ber
Don't make me let off a round
If my lifes in dan-ger
I'm gonna lay you down lay you down (get em boy)

[Tyga:]
I be calm til the moment, souls should be roaming (fly)
Your lifes in a toilet, shit get it on homie
Thought he knew me, put 5 on it, bet I'm no looneys toon
Tell'em this ain't no Daffy Duck movie, for sure
My jewelry got that daff punk glow to it
That's why they lookin, participants, I'm no rookie(s)
Get paid the salary, look at me, but don't stand cuz their, right here
View my mirrors hell yeah

[Hook:]
I got these bullets in the cham-ber
Don't make me let off a round (so like I said)
If my lifes in dan-ger (or better yet like he said)
I'm gonna lay you down lay you down
Ya lifes in my cham-ber
Don't make me let off a round
If my lifes in dan-ger
I'm gonna lay you down lay you down (get em boy)

[Lil Wayne:]
You heard me! Better make me love you baby!
Ah ehmmmm, reportin live from the barrel (Get'em)
Two tear drops under that eye on the sparrow (Uhhh)
I'm from a small place they call Uptown where we (lay you) where we (lay you (hahaha!) down)
Like concrete in the driveway, shoot sideways like O Dog on Menace
Leave yo' brains in yo' tennis, I'm the renaissance man
So put me in the book and I got my pistol on the hook sanging... hahaha!

[Hook:]
I got these bullets in the cham-ber
Don't make me let off a round
If my lifes in dan-ger
I'm gonna lay you down lay you down
Ya lifes in my cham-ber
Don't make me let off a round
If my lifes in dan-ger
I'm gonna lay you down lay you down

[Lil Wayne:]
When I say fuck yall.. I really mean mammy mutha fuck all yall.
Tyga Tyga, (lay you) Young Money, (lay you (I thought you knew) down)

Lay you (lay you) lay you (lay you) down

 

[fox69]

"Let It Show"
(feat. J. Cole)

"Let It Show"
(feat. J. Cole)



[Intro]
While my emotion grows, I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show
Even if I'm broke, I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show

[Verse 1 - Tyga]
Nigga, welcome to my life
Life feels like I'm running through a red light
Don't believe what the blogs write
Mufuckas wanna know me so they call me Mike
I'm just chillin', watching the fight
Few friends, fake girls, pour me some ice
Table glass slippers on, lower the blinds
Never been shy, I just ignore lies
Take a look into Tyga's eyes
I breathe love but inhale the hate bomb
So numb my face gone, I need my space
And I don't do Facebook
Seriously how my face look
How could a man cry while the crowd looks?
Could you walk with me if I give you my foot?
Didn't think you could...

[Hook]
While my emotion grows, I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show
Even if I'm broke, I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show
My mind overloads I still won’t let it show
I still won’t let it show
People I love the most, I still won’t let it show
I still won’t let it show, I won’t let it show

[Verse 2 - Tyga]
I don't wanna feel like most rappers feel when they get a deal
Like, "Yeah I'm bigger than him, he's still loco"
Gotta keep it real cause they will go loco
Like "He ain't ever go through shit we go through"
So I guess now I owe you
No, now I hold you, watch the niggas close to you
Don't compare careers, his and his fools
Acting like I knew you back in middle school
Dropped out, mama said I was a fool
I brought the drop out now me and mama cool
Told her I won't lose, showed her a Jimmy Choo
She call me son now, tell me she real proud, smiles
Oh what a feeling to be loved
Oh what a feeling to be loved
I wish I could fly like a dove

[Hook]
While my emotion grows, I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show
Even if I'm broke, I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show
My mind overloads I still won’t let it show
I still won’t let it show
People I love the most, I still won’t let it show
I still won’t let it show, I won’t let it show

[Bridge - Tyga speaking]
Ive learned that people will forget what you say
People will forget what you did or done
But people will never forget how you made them feel
Don't cry because it's over
Smile because it happened

[Verse 3 - J. Cole]
Cole World, niggas ran for that heat
As the globe twirl gotta stay up on your feet
Before I say it to my girl, I say it to the beat
Then I play it for the world
And they say that shit is deep
My life is changing as we speak
They acting like they never seen a nigga on the beach
I say "peace" hope there's no sharks in my water
Then holla at my mama, man she love to see Obama
Do his thing, now look how far niggas done came
They had us on the chains, now we coppin' bigger chains
Now they say that it's smart, old nigga don't trip
But they had us on the whips, now we counting bigger whips
Oh shit, wonder how bad will it get before he rise
I'm out here trying to get rich: I survive
And a nigga got God to thank
And I'm still throwin' 5 in the tank, nigga Cole!

[Hook]
While my emotion grows, I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show
Even if I'm broke, I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show
My mind overloads I still won’t let it show
I still won’t let it show
People I love the most, I still won’t let it show
I still won’t let it show, I won’t let it show

 

[fox69]

"Light Dreams"

"Light Dreams"


Unreal to a close eye,
Can't feel but you heard that I'm close by
It's more vivid the image invented in my mind,
I look around and really I see a fake smile
No time, when the tickets down,
My Rolex style don't mean shit now
It's just another pay cut my mind made up
Unnecessary lay-ups
You can still win n got a rich n star player
Fuck a hater still remain-a-self-made nigga
Live bigger, credit cards no limits
I drop 20 on the luggage took 10 minutes
I don't shop online those are all gimmicks
Only make moves when your hearts in it
B.I.G. said it; so I entertain like Cedric
Standin on the trunk roof top unit city
Batman, spotlight, gotta say you bitches
The jokes on you Jack,
Who the fuck you gon call when your shit towed, by the repo
Can't tell your girl so she the center fold
Now you gettin played like Casio's; uuh
Casino's, C-notes and chips like Frito's
Got a free coat, when Costa Rico
Most hoes only know two words
Like "gimme those", still buy em tho
Currently ballin' so I gotta letcha know
Flash thru the tint roll the window
Tilt the brim
What the fuck I did, lemme see your registration
Imma keep it real kid I'm just hatin
Ain't a opportunity I ain't take close chase
City national bank evolve into shape
Of a dollar then I duplicate,
Motherfucker don't believe let me demonstrate
I dream the motherfucker try to kill me in my sleep
Whats the point to steak when niggas want beef
Diss me cus they hungry made a meal that you couldn't eat
You fucken snakes in the rat race 2 face bitches
That's why I don't fuck wit none of yall niggas
Cus soon yall fell when you fell wit em
Its like puttin '87 in a Bentley; nigga don't tempt me

Everything ain't everything
Shit ain't always wat it seems
I put that on everything no sleep having light dreams
What I see is what I cant reach I put that on everything
Goin crazy, I might be no sleep having light dreams
I dream (I dream)
[x2]

 

[fox69]

"Lights Out"
(with Chris Brown)
(feat. Fat Trel)

"Lights Out"
(with Chris Brown)
(feat. Fat Trel)



[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Girl just come home with me
You in the passenger side when I'm drivin'
Girl you kissin' all on me
Lickin' my neck when my hand's on your thigh
And I'm makin' that pussy leak
Knowin' just what you want
Cause you ain't had dick in a week
And I know that you're a freak

[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
Girl I know you're down for playin'
I know you're listenin' to what I'm sayin'
Your body done started up this conversation
We should really take this inside, when I'm inside
Girl, let's get it

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
We party all night, then you leave in the mornin'
Girl when you ride it, act like you're performin'
You a bad mothafucka, you the shit right now
Play your position, we switchin' positions, lights out

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
Girl I'm 'bout to [?] and I'ma eat it on the floor
You'll see what you mean to me but first I need you on all fours
Now ass up, face down, when we're lovin'
Slow motion, in and out
Girl when you rain, I'ma break you off
Really need to take them panties off
Your body on my body, drippin' wet, baby
Lickin' on it got my dick way too hard
Girl I'm just in it explorin'
I got the camera recordin'
Makin' that pussy too soft and
You get it again in the mornin'

[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Tyga:]
Drop funds on some new shit right now
I ain't talkin' yesterday, I mean right now
New Audemars for you and this lifestyle
Lingerie on, got you all wified down
Where you wanna be right now?
Ride on my top, now you all on my top
What you wanna be right now?
Got you all in my palms and that ass is the bomb
Versatile, got your Versace on
Fur, on the couch, lips soft, fresh out the shower
25th hour, eat it like [?] chow
Lick it down, yeah, use your mouth
Light up a blunt and we're zoned to the mornin'
Back to the sex and performin'
This time I'ma make sure it's recordin'
(When I take you down, down)

[Verse 4 - Fat Trel:]
Called me on the phone and she opened up the door
I be skippin' all the kissin', get to hittin' it on the floor
Take it to the kitchen, so many different positions
Fuck her real slow, she talkin', I like to listen
On the roll with it, she don't like to pay attention
All this money on my mind but the pussy what I'm missin'
Skip the penitentiary, I'm [?] whipped
Sneakin', we freakin', no sleep on the weekend
But I just wanna hit it by the lake
From the back, from the front while I'm grippin' on her face
I just wanna give her what you can't
Fly her all around the world, poppin' bottles of the Ace
I just wanna take her to the bank
Shoppin' trip, what you get? DC, LA
I should let her meet CB, he a freak
She could give my young nigga what he needs

[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Like A Virgin Again"
(with Tyga)
(feat. Kevin McCall)

"Like A Virgin Again"
(with Tyga)
(feat. Kevin McCall)



[Pre-chorus:]
This is for ma grown,
This is for ma grown and sexy ass women (women women women)
This is this is this is for ma grown,
This is for ma grown and sexy ass women,
Women this is for ma grown...

[Chris Brown:]
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
Cause its getting hot girl,
Give me all you got girl
Don't have to rush, ain't going nowhere
I'll take off your thong, put you're legs in the air
Girl I'm gonna pick you up, pick you up
Rock you like a baby
Loving you so crazy
I'm gone' make you have a flash back
To your first time
But this time you know just what you like so. . .

[Chorus:]
Dont be acting shy up in this room
Like I make you nervous (ohh)
Ima take my time and do your body right
If you let me (uh huh)
Ima make you feel like a virgin again, again
Ima make you feel like a virgin again, again
Ima make you feel like a virgin again, again
Ima make you feel like a virgin,
Promise ima make it all worth it
Ima make you feel like a virgin again

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[Tyga:]
Let me kiss you to start it off
Damn your lips so soft
Make a nigga wanna bite them off
This what you wa-wanted huh?
Ima be ure porn star
Baby take ure clothes off
Let me taste between ure legs,
Dang you got me so hard
If I get it ima hit it right (right)
I know you tired, its the middle of the night
Wanna give you that good love
Fall in love with me shorty you just might (might)
(ass up)
Legs up to the sky
I know this aint ure first time
So baby dont be. . .

[Chorus]

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