Tyga

[fox69]

"Like Me"

"Like Me"


[Hook:]
Uh yea bitch I'm ballin, bitch I'm balling
Betchu nigga, he ain't balling (like me)
Yea, bitches choosing and they calling
Cause I'm balling said they wanna fuck a nigga (like me)
And my niggas paid, they ain't never gotta pay (like me)
Yea bitch I'm ballin, bitch I'm balling
Betchu nigga, he ain't balling (like me)

Uh, tyga strike, rally paint
I'm the shit, bitch let it stink (let it stink)
Rinse your eyes with my holy water, I ain't gone take her
I know that's his only daughter, nigga whatchu thinkin?
This that big bang rapper ballin, huh
I don't even drink, but she alcoholic
Baby sip it til it's gone (yea I know it)
Uh, cash like coke, bitches gotta blow it.
So put your number on this paper, I promise I'll call
No, I can't called bitch I'm lying, I don't use my phone, shit
Shit is on silence all day long
I don't need no interruption when I'm makin you moan
Early morn, wake up, then you yawn
Breakfast in bed, waffles and a little head, Roscoe's
Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit
Cause I'm ballin, bitch

[Hook]

Uh, hotel suite, presidential
Fuck you bitchin whatchu been thru
I got two doors homie, one side for my clothes
Another side for my big shoes
Now that's ballin, don't think that's ballin?
Motherfucker how would you know it, if you've never done it
I turned my engine on loud, wake the neighbor, honey
Life like chocolate when you getting money
Rain, rain dollar bills in my dreams
Bitches fighting for me like it's Jerry Spring'
But is the summer, winter, they fallin for me
Colder than a coca cola polar, 7 degrees
You know you watch t.v, seperate your mind, please
If you're the bomb bitch, why you tryna tick with me
Remove your top, time to pop
She said she like it rough, so I beat it up, pussy punch

[Hook]

King Lazareth, living on that lavish shit
Lose your mind, lose your sense
Pay attention, yea you feeling me
Fill my cup high as trees, relax feel the breeze
All jokes aside, got a mistress on the side
If you ridin for me then you gone ride or die
Ruff Ryder Volume 2 my love
If you wanna party, got a party bus
Capacity us, full moon, brandy glass
So loosen your Gucci baby, lemme spank that ass
Taste so good, blue berry rasp
Berry berry cherry, whip cream on that twat
You can applaud that, terminator, I'll be right back
Say my name, Tyga man, screaming so loud, like I know you can

[Hook]

Sound so good; make ya wanna slap your mama
Young money, Tyga Tyga, nigga

 

[fox69]

"Lil Homie"
(feat. Pharrell)

"Lil Homie"
(feat. Pharrell)



[Hook: Pharrell]
Lil homie, (Wassup big dog)
Everybody tryna get with you, come on
Lil homie, (Wassup big dog)
Stay focused, got shit to do, yeah, come on

[Verse 1: Tyga]
They say what don't break a nigga make a nigga
I woke up out my dream, said I gotta get it
This whole city full of thieves, gotta watch my pivot
Cause on the block, niggas never seen good living
Only lived in jail cells or prison
Drive-bys, little homies hit the store for liquor
I gotta steer my life different, where to begin with?
Mama told me go back to school, I said I'm finished
There's only one way a nigga gonna learn:
You gotta take risks and do things the hard way
Stole the hall pass, now I'm running through the hallways
Only thing in my memory from those days
You couldn't save a nigga, even on a Sunday
Monday, new day, shit still the same
Gotta switch the rhythm up like Kwame
When things changed, watch people do the same
As I hear a voice sing:

[Hook: Pharrell]
Lil homie, (Wassup big dog)
Everybody tryna get with you, come on
Lil homie, (Wassup big dog)
Stay focused, got shit to do, yeah, come on

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Big boy grown, can't leave the streets alone
Wanna be a king, but you're too young for the throne
Why you riding in the car that you can't afford?
Can't move forward in the 4-door chrome
All that cheap talk I never did
My walk is Billie Jean, my shoes are never slip
Notice how close he is, gold his goals that approachin' him
They can't stop the win losing's not an option
First place locked in, get my trophy ready bitch
Turn your back on me only gon' leave you dead
fuck that bullshit I got common sense
I'm ready for my limelight put my mic in hand
They'll dissolve when the money's gone
So motherfucka don't appear when the money's home
Lil' homie done grew into a big dog
If you barking in my way you gettin' chewed on

[Hook: Pharrell]
Lil homie, (Wassup big dog)
Everybody tryna get with you, come on
Lil homie, (Wassup big dog)
Stay focused, got shit to do, yeah, come on

[Bridge: Pharrell + Tyga]
See your friends walking up and down your block
Ain't got a penny-nenny-nenny-nenny
Just picture yourself sittin' there on top
A nigga straight winnin-in-in-in-in-in-in

nigga straight winnin', you see how I did it
Bottom to the top take 'em back to the beginnin'
All my niggas winnin', you see how we did it
Dreamt it now we live it
Now we all winnin', me and my

[Hook: Pharrell]
Lil homie, (Wassup big dog)
Everybody tryna get with you, come on
Lil homie, (Wassup big dog)
Stay focused, got shit to do, yeah, come on

 

[fox69]

"LovaGain"

"LovaGain"


[Verse 1]
I think I started something
New chick, just started fucking
Kinda early but I know we both love it
We both rushing
We can add titles but then we both cuffing
Rolling in the sheets until midnight moaning
I'mma go down south, then call it whoah there
Pussy pink like like a lotus
I'mma eat it good like something out of lars
I'm all good like a summer day
Blowing out the cake, blowing novocaine
She really shouldn't but she prone to the lifestyle
TAC, ecstasy, in the white cells
Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now?
Baby pick up
Heard she with some niggas, ballplayers, playing pickup
My pretty little princess, now she promiscuous
Supposed to be my misses, out here fucking niggas
I ain't tripping, I'mma get another bitch
I don't mean the shit, it's too hard to end the shit
I'd rather stay than call it quits
And now we fall in love again

[Verse 2]
Real nigga got hoes on my dick, oh
Couldn't see 'em, love how my eyes closed
Now I see 'em, ain't nothing worth it though
Rather be with you than out here a lonely soul
On the road, entertainment hoes
Bitches I don't know tweeting from their camera phones
Man this shit getting old
I just hope we still involved

 

[fox69]

"Love Game"

"Love Game"


[Hook]
The days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, ‘cause that was last night
Baby we gon’ be alright, baby we gon’ be alright
Yea yea love was the mark, bullets to your heart
I want to move on but my feelings too strong
I don’t wanna waste time, I don’t wanna waste time

[Verse 1]
Man I know we ain’t finished when it’s barely beginning
All the time I done put in, I put in but time was ending
So silly chasing a feeling, figured you felt different
But so many, so many girls but I just stay with ya
See love wasn’t my intention
Rather play Dominoes
Count money with my niggas, shoot dice
Give me seven, rolling off the gate, I hit it twice
Black Eyed Peas, money baby, it’s gon’ be a good night
And when I said I love you I fuckin’ meant it
And we ain’t gotta bring your moms and your sister in it
House too big, they all trying to spend the night
You always inviting them and I don’t need to be liking it
At all, and I don’t need to say shit
‘Cause I just like to see you happy even when you faking it
So flagrant you foul ass bitch, man I hate you
I hope we can make up in the A.M

[Hook]
‘Cause the days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, ‘cause that was last night
Baby we gon’ be alright, baby we gon’ be alright
Yea yea love was the mark, bullets to your heart
I want to move on but my feelings too strong
I don’t wanna waste time, I don’t wanna waste time
It’s like we’re in a love game, love game
Love game, love game
Yea, yea, yea, yea
It’s like we’re in a love game, love game
Love game, love game
Yea, yea, yea, yea

[Verse 2]
Uhh, for every last king need a queen
If you love me now then forever hold this ring
Hold me down, defend it; hold me down, no witness
You always got so much pride but once you look in my eyes
It’s over, you even told me about you when you was younger
How your father abused you, I let you cry on my shoulder
No tissue, just short sleeve, tears see-through
Our lives equal, thinking what you been through
Uhh, yo Genie here
Yea I grant you every wish
Put you in environments, good company success
Already set, you going with the best
I know I lied before but trust me I ain’t like your ex
Sex so good, break up then break a sweat
We should stay together, then we fight again
Same old shit, different location
Feeling like my time wasted

[Hook]
‘Cause the days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, ‘cause that was last night
Baby we gon’ be alright, baby we gon’ be alright
Yea yea love was the mark, bullets to your heart
I want to move on but my feelings too strong
I don’t wanna waste time, I don’t wanna waste time
It’s like we’re in a love game, love game
Love game, love game
Yea, yea, yea, yea
It’s like we’re in a love game, love game
Love game, love game
Yea, yea, yea, yea

[Verse 3]
Trying to forget someone that you love
Like trying to remember someone that you never knew
Think about it, I dream about it
My nightmares haunting me, I can’t sleep about it
Anxiety, can’t breathe, can’t live without you
The revival, all these verses is my survival
Standing at the podium and waiting for your arrival
One day but no return
Like Usher say, gotta let it burn

[Outro]
The hardest part of dreaming about someone you love
Is waking up to see that person gone
You know it, it takes seconds to say hello
But forever to say goodbye
Moving on is easy, but what you leave behind
Is what makes it hard…

 

[fox69]

"Love T-Raww"

"Love T-Raww"


I don’t fuck with nobody, about me
I don’t fuck with nobody, about me
I don’t fuck with nobody, about me
I don’t fuck with nobody, about me
I don’t fuck with nobody…

[Hook]
These bitches love T Raww
Hatin,’ need machine guns
All these niggas they broke boys
And I push a Rolls Royce
Niggas they don’t like me
I heard niggas they don’t like me
Man these bitches love T Raww
Only trust my Nina,
King shit with my feet up
Kill a nigga with my song, but
Niggas they don’t like me
I heard niggas they don’t like me
Man these bitches love T Raww

[Verse 1]
Ridin’ ‘round no plates
Schemin’ tryin’ to get paid
Lookin’ for a fuck date
Men lie, women lie,
But not the numbers I make
Load up that Wild Boy
Call it MGK
Mind gone, don’t fuck with me
Countin’ dorms in the Middle East
38, Silence of the Lambs
Hello Clarice
My life need a DVD
Bags of money like the Money Team
Dress bitches in all black
You could call them BET
These hoes in competition
Competing for a seat in VIP
These niggas claimin’ they poppin’ bottles

They just holdin’ that sparkle thing
Wrist on, I had a dream
Martin Luther I must’ve seen
Mixtape, mix ya body with tape
That’s what that green’ll bring

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Off season, no time to play
Nighttime, my time of day
I hustle hard like Ace and Wayne
Two shifts, I’mma need a raise
Carpool, stay in your lane
I’m blowin’ up, that’s propane
These hoes want my last name
Not sitcom, this the House of Pain
No I don’t fuck with nobody like celibates
I ride alone, I die alone
She give me head, that’s Tylenol
No dialogue, she play her part
My life a movie, no script at all
I darn say that I did it all, I did it all, so…

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Luv Dem"

"Luv Dem"


Let’s play black car, black automo
For the love of money, I’mma die hard
Fuckin’ role model
tell these bitches play your part
I blew up off one take,
I take a dime, a movie star
Foreign cars, my language off
Old-school like Coolie, ha
Your bitch she gettin’ sodomized
My money blink like Lloyd’s eyes
These niggas tellin’ like all lies
Say they want beef but they French fries
I’m hot poppin,’ nigga deep fried
These bitches sweatin’ me, perspire
Tell Nicky, she want China she’ll turn you out
Had a white bitch like No Doubt
Bustin’ nuts for four hours
I’m on a jet gettin’ drugged out
Jordan face, her tongue out
I’m throwing money like paper routes
My flow hard like the worst gout
She eat pussy, cat down
Can’t see me, background
School niggas, cap gown
Click clack, smoke cloud
Lumberjack, tall niggas
Paul Bunyan, I wish you would
All my niggas like Trayvon
Ready to die for they hood
Ball hard, no fuckin’ catch
My shit real, your figures wax
Your Rollie ain’t Rolex
Like Mankind, get socked next
We don’t fuck with P90X
Cause all my niggas they do is flex
My car made for races
Like to fuck with rednecks
I’m on some different shit
Hop out then I pull up
Motherfuckin’ little Mikey icey like cooler
I don’t need no help
Never fucked with no tutors
Talkin’ all that head
Throw me in your medulla
T Raww I’m steppin’ out
Bail money I’m handin’ out
I ain’t scared of y’all niggas
Manny Pacquiao
Strip search, I pat her down
Wiz Khalifa, I’m smokin’ loud
Like A$AP I got a fuckin’ problem
Fuckin’ problem, I’m a problem child

 

[fox69]

"M.O.E."
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)

"M.O.E."
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)



[Hook:]
Wake up in the morning feeling so damn good, I made music so good today
Me and my niggas bout to kick it with some bitches, and you know we bout to roll some trees
I'm feelin' it... you feelin' it
I'm feelin' it... you feelin' it
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything [x4]

[Tyga:]
Taking my time to perfect the beats
And I still got love for the streets, king gold chains
And my nigga Wiz Khalifa, got trip in a drink
Couple bad bitches, they just want VIP
You a playa fo real? Don't bring around me
Got girls left up in the backseat
Runnin like attract me, that's me, leather on the 6th speed
Love it when she got her own shit together
Got shit to lose, then she with whatever
Always out of town, she my distant lover
Only pull in driveways with tints and better
Gold rims, we ghetto, on the chase for cheddar
From a jet runway, I can land wherever
Make more in a day than your salary
Nigga why you mad at me? Talk cheap, I don't lose sleep,
Man I...

[Hook]

[Wiz Khalifa:]
I roll up that Mary J, my favorite song playin'
My clothes from the runway, my kush come from the land
You's a baller or a hustler then you know what I'm sayin'
Them haters they talkin, hear em talk, I don't care
I'm rollin'
Probably do a 95, smoking getting mighty high
Rolling weed since '99, smoke so much I'll probably fly
If I don't smoke I'll probably die
I'm holdin'
Grippin' on the steering wheel, listening to my favorite jam
Ridin through Hollywood, I'm feeling like the fuckin man
Hundred grand to see me, kinda fore I go to sleep
That's why I...

[Hook]

[Tyga:]
Drive fast til I'm out of gas
Getting money like this, can't look back
She a one night stand, tryna make it last
But I be out of town soon as I hit that
15 stacks runways, living lavish, big carrots
You ain't getting money like that
I put rhymes on the beat, T-Rawws on the feet
Don't hate me 'cause I'm where you wanna be
I do mostly what the minimum do
So my girls might be yours times 22
Ride 22 2's and I chunk up the deuce
Everything great like a nigga Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her dress seem through
She just tryna make it, guess you gotta do what you gotta do
Shit I ain't gonna judge you
But don't expect me to love you, feelin it?

 

[fox69]

"Mack Down"
(feat. Juicy J)

"Mack Down"
(feat. Juicy J)



[Hook x2 - Tyga:]
I say hush little baby baby, gotta lay my mack down
One real nigga bitches know my background
Bring me all, all hundreds how does that sound
Word around town, bitch I lay my mack down

[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
Sippin' on some sizzurp, chilling with some white bitches
Cause they richer bitches, run the game
Pitch it, I'm a catcher
I'm a pimp up under pressure, leave my money on the dresser
Shut the fuck up, start undressin
I ain't Usher, stop confessin bitch
Tools in the air, five dukes of that
Old Cadillac shit, tire on the back
For the whoopty woop woop, ass superfat
I'm ahead of these niggas, I skipped a beat; Heart Attack
Tuck your diamonds in, I'm shining, what I blind you in
No time to eat for you, I call that Ramadan a rapper shit
You like a virgin to the money, call that that Madonna shit
T-sacchi when I'm dressing, stepping on them speaking bitch

[Hook x2 - Tyga]

[Verse 2 - Juicy J:]
Juicy J still shitting on niggas, I'm getting money out the ass. (Mhm)
Money over bitches, nigga you get money out the ass. (Mhm)
Balling, spending just for fun, I think I'll cop a Lambo
Twenty hoes, a hundred racks to Vegas just to gamble. (You know it!)
Hope you ain't going broke, trying to keep up with me. (Yessir!)
Yo baby my head is dumb, I call that ho CDC. (That bitch!)
Cash is tall for me, you need cash to talk to me
And that cash keep coming, its like that cash be stalking me
Niggas be saying they get money, just because they got a mouth. (Hell naw!)
Jacksons, Grants, and Franklins, Louie duffy got a larger mouth. (You know it!)
You haters falling off (Bitch!), I'm still getting paid. (Bitch!)
I got so many fans I can throw a parade

[Hook x2 - Tyga]

 

[fox69]

"Make It Nasty"

"Make It Nasty"


Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop drop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty

Uhhh. Yeah Bitch Make it Nasty
Tongue down her throat
While the other bitch gaggin
Bottles in the basket
Pills in the plastic
She gone do drugs, but we don't do acid
Fuckin on the mattress, hit a bed spring
Ain't nothin better, it's the best thing
Gotta China bitch, straight from Beijing
Pussy so tight, all she do is scream
Oh, bend it over, make you touch your toes
I like how she merry-go-round round the pole
Pose, ha, open, close.
I like when my bitches don't wear no clothes
It's hot up in this mother fucker, r-r-reload
Gangstas in this mother fucker,
We got it sold
T-T-T -Raww, when I walk in the door
Bitches they know, yeah, bitches they know. Ha

Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop drop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty [x2]

Uhh, Yeah nigga Ima star
Stacks on black, you could use the black car
Pull-up, hop out, Valet the car
'Bout to go big, got bitches galore
Tippin' on the shh, then she drop it to the floor
I like blowjobs, she could be my employer
(back it up) Then I put it in her backdoor
Now it lights out, l-lights out, like Roy
Jones Junior, T-Raww the ruler
Slicker than a Gold patch, gold chain Cuban
Rope, till it's bruising, Dick on punte'
Gimmie gimmie chocha, Kill it like OJ

Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop drop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty [x2]

Tap tap tap that ass make it nasty [x3] Clap clap clap that ass make it nasty
Tap tap tap that ass make it nasty [x3] Clap clap clap that ass make it nasty

Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop drop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Make It Rain (Remix)"

"Make It Rain (Remix)"


You wanna see some ass
I wanna see some cash
Keep them dollars comin'
And that's gonna make me dance
And that's gonna make me dance
And that's gonna make me dance
Make it rain trick make it make it rain trick
Make it rain trick make it make it rain trick
Make it rain trick make it make it rain trick
Make it rain trick make it make it rain trick

[Tyga:]
Make it rain make it rain
Weather man, hot thunderstorm
Thunderstorm that yellow bone
Can't swim...
Make it rain make it rain
Weather man, hot thunderstorm
Thunderstorm that yellow bone
Can't swim in a flood
I'm dope as fuck
That metal spoon
That evil green wrapped in balloons
I need my space I'm in the moon
Put it in my face her ass is huge
High school big booty
Judy you could sit juice on it
Act a fool, this fool 'roudy
Cream pie get a scoop of it
Ugh I'm nasty
Oh gee I'm swag-D
Fresh with the plastic
My shirt off, blastin'
Batta batta batta batta, swing yo legs in the air
I'm in the maze, she flow the way
Undo my shades, can't help but stare
Rubberband man bitch
(Take that, take that, take that)
Sweep it with your hands bitch
Watch her take that
She said

You wanna see some ass
I wanna see some cash
Keep them dollars comin'
And that's gonna make me dance
And that's gonna make me dance
And that's gonna make me dance
Make it rain trick make it make it rain trick
Make it rain trick make it make it rain trick
Make it rain trick make it make it rain trick
Make it rain trick make it make it rain trick

I'm make it rain bitch
I'm make I rain uh
I'm make it rain bitch
I'm make it rain uh
I'm make it rain bitch
I'm make it rain uh
I'm make it rain bitch
I'm make it rain uh

Rain rain that's what the hoes be screamin'
Blang blang that's when my diamonds be gleaming
Came in this thang thrown cash like a pass
Den I pop me some campaign soaked her ass den I laughed
(Make it make it rain trick)
Money ain't a thang bitch
Gone shake that ass ain't no shame in yo game bitch
Take you to the crib and knocked yo pussy out the frame bitch
I'm make it rain bitch, what's that shit you sayin' bitch

You wanna see some ass
I wanna see some cash
Keep them dollars comin'
And that's gonna make me dance
And that's gonna make me dance
And that's gonna make me dance
Make it rain trick make it make it rain trick
Make it rain trick make it make it rain trick
Make it rain trick make it make it rain trick
Make it rain trick make it make it rain trick

I'm make it rain bitch
I'm make I rain uh
I'm make it rain bitch
I'm make it rain uh
I'm make it rain bitch
I'm make it rain uh
I'm make it rain bitch
I'm make it rain uh

(You wanna see some ass)
Yeah why you playin girl
(I wanna see some cash)
So what chu sayin girl
Shawty said nigga you broke hold up
Broke niggas make me sick throw up
Broke bitches talk to much bitch shut up
Twenty-five hundred in ones
In finna wet her up
Make it make it rain bitch
I'm make it rain yeahh
You just do yo thang bitch
You just do yo thang yeahh
I'm single with alot of pringles
If you wanna mingle get on my Mandingo bitch
Shawty talk shit cause she know that she the shit
She be singing this

Make it rain trick make it make it rain trick (I'm a make it rain bitch)
Make it rain trick make it make it rain trick (I'm a make it rain bitch)
Make it rain trick make it make it rain trick (I'm a make it rain bitch)
Make it rain trick make it make it rain trick (I'm a make it rain bitch)