Tyga

[fox69]

"500 Degrees"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"500 Degrees"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Verse 1: Tyga]
T-raww, fuck y'all, money tall, dick large
Tiger in my backyard, bitches on my futon
Dog house, no dog, shootout, Chris Paul
Walkin' on the marble floor, take your fuckin' shoes off
Bitch this is fox fur, killin' shit, fuck a hearse
I can show you my choppa works
She give me head, when my head hurt
Deep throat, till the bitch burp
Her best friend said let me at 'em (Adam), Cousin Lurch
Smokin' on that turf, get your feelings hurt
At your neck like a collared shirt, ball like a Nerf
Word, more green nigga than smoking pot
When I see more, I'm that whore from that little shop
Shop, butcher shop, open up your top
All you see is gold watch, Rolls Royce, road blocks
Sun roof, fogged out, chrome grill, gold mouth
Take a fuckin' look around

[Hook x2: Tyga]
Bitch I'm all you need
I say fuck them other niggas
Fuck them other niggas
Bitch I'm all you need
I'm the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up, bitch
500 degrees

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Thrilla manilla, I buy straight from the dealer
I 'm politickin' in Paris, I'm buying statues and pillars
All from the Louvre nigga, mosaics from the museum
You niggas countin', you bitch is in my DM,
I never read 'em, weak bitch probably get seasick
On the yacht eat shrimp, see my name on a blimp
It read T-Raww's a pimp
Nigga I ain't dancin' but my hand on my hip
Full clip, movie shit, Bruce Wayne, Alfred
Niggas want a verse, can't even get an ad-lib
I'm killing this shit, and I'm killing your mom
Over a set of time, the... are mine
I murdered this shit, just takin' my time
Got bars, front gate, face shot, blind date
Rolex, timepiece, ain't got no time for no bitch speech
120 that six speed, pull it out that's all me
Just call me T-papi

[Hook x2: Tyga]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Tunechi over bitches
Smokin' Color Purple, blunt fat as Oprah Winfrey
I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga, the nigga, nigga
I be snappin', I hope you get the bigger picture
I said fuck that nigga that you fuckin'
She say that nigga rap, I say he couldn't (w) rap a mummy
But let me pass the weed, and stop passin' judgement
Before I have to beat him like a dick he had it comin'
Been eating so much pussy, man I'm starting to get chubby
Schoolin' motherfuckers, I'm their favorite subject
Broomstick in my pants, I'm 'bout to go witch huntin'
I'm already loaded, these niggas still bufferin'
I fuck my girlfriend and her best friend, these niggas is lesbians
Don't cross me like a pedestrian, I'm getting head watchin' ESPN
She holdin' me and carressin' me
Don't hate the player, hate the referee
If she F with me, I am definitely a necessity

[Hook x2: Tyga]

 

[fox69]

"95 Like Dat"

"95 Like Dat"


95 like that, like that
95 like that, like that
Ninety-five…

[Verse 1]
95 scholar, straight shots, gold medallion
Put your number on this paper promise I’mma dial it
Cute college chick, daddy was a doctor
Word through the grape vine she datin’ a rapper
Entertainer, Avonlea she never after
So I entertain her late night with laughter
High, ten after midnight, it’s bedtime
You could say I stole her heart
I just call it bedtime
No rush, just relax your mind
You are now listenin’ to sounds of a better rhyme
Benz and driver, mosh pit in the lobby
Girls so horny, that’s my type of party
No ties, mob shit, suits and ties
Crap table, Vegas, vampire nights
I’d marry you tonight just to say we did it right
Waking up with regrets, roll over, she be like:

[Hook]
“Why you never call me back?”
Sometimes it just be like that
Can’t promise you the world
but I can promise you half of that
Sometimes it just be like that
All the rumors you heard
I ain’t got no time for that
Shit, I ain’t got no time for that
And you ain’t gotta cry, dry your eyes,
We gon’ get through that
Trust, we gon’ get through that
95 like that

[Verse 2]
Reservations, call, reserve a table
I like gator, snake skin, Purple Label
Polyester, black berretta, who do it better?
For my niggas caged up, writin’ them letters
Lower level, reportin’ live, Channel 11
No emergency, but I’m in a 9-11
Falsetto, girl scream, a rare fellow
Pull up to the scene bumpin’ only instrumentals
And we know it
Times flies when you fly in first class all the time
And we know it
No time for the games, dollar signs on my mind
And we know it
Eye for an eye and killa just tryin’ to stay alive
And we know it
Gotta learn to live or regret, I regret some times

[Hook]

95 like that
95 like that
95 like that

[Verse 3]
Litigations, black faces, lawyers, brief cases
Agents top notch, paid investigations
Fire Dorf Todd, block shots, Anthony Davis,
Raww the greatest, acres, no neighbours
Die so many times, hope we do better next time
Think about it, dog, next time you drop a dime
Better ride, said she’d rather fly
Always asking me the same thing all the time

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"A Voice 4rm Heaven Pt. 1: 2Pac"

"A Voice 4rm Heaven Pt. 1: 2Pac"


I pray to God every night. I still do that
I just wanted, I wanted God to know that even tho I was going through the worst of times I still recognize him as being something greater than myself
And that I'm not gonna give up my faith just because its going bad for me
Cause he was there when I was living good, so I just want him to know that, you know that I'm not no punk, and I'm not soft hearted.
That when it gets bad I'm gonna be like ohh I don't believe in God no more
I believe in God all the time, everyday, all day, good and bad, rough and hard, 5 shots, jail time, everything
Good times, million dollars, benzs, all that, I always believe in God because he gave it all to me

 

[fox69]

"AIM"

"AIM"


She' don't know my name
She just know me by my aim (aim aim) [x2]

[Verse 1:]
Aim tyga man again
Got a little message for my instant friends
Be back in a mintue on vacation
Away from them haters hating on him
Introducing the musician
Gotta be more then a 4 to impress him
Punch in my pin
And begin the chatting
Ichat the best mac book I'm a mac yes
Getting every dollar g.e.d dymes
Captial charge I did the crime
Can't take the heat don't feel the fire
She difficult to reach but I'm harder to find cause

[Chorus:]
She don't know me by my name
She just know me by my aim
My song on her page on myspace
Never seen her face
She send messages
I sign on it's like aim aim aim
She don't know me by my name (name name)
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)
She don't know me by my name (name name)
I sign on it's like aim aim aim

She don't know my name
She just know me by my aim (aim aim) [x2]

[Verse 2:]
Replenish my sins repeat then repin
Next chick buddy list gotta sleep
On the tricks
Magic magician what the games been missing
Rap is favorite swagg and she diggs
This is turning into a daily thing
Comma routine baby how you doing?
Alright hows your music
Just fine
I'm getting tired brb I typed her
Phone on silent no time for drama
Too busy bottle poppin
Poparazzi recording
Recording my oasis only
Always on point like ginolle
Come card me

[Chorus:]
She don't know me by my name
She just know me by my aim
My song on her page on myspace
Never seen her face
She send messages
I sign on it's like aim aim aim
She don't know me by my name (name name)
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)
She don't know me by my name (name name)
I sign on it's like aim aim aim

She don't know my name
She just know me by my aim (aim aim) [x2]

[Bridge:]
ASL lol tyga don't care but
Only females, what's your email
Promise I won't tell
Flick for a big trade it never fails

[Chorus:]
She don't know me by my name
She just know me by my aim
My song on her page on myspace
Never seen her face
She send messages
I sign on it's like aim aim aim
She don't know me by my name (name name)
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)
She don't know me by my name (name name)
I sign on it's like aim aim aim

Just aim me baby my screenname is t-y fly guy
ThatS fly with 2 ys, but don't tell my 2 wifes haha
GE.D Inc, Young Money Ent, Decaydance OW!

 

[fox69]

"Ain't Thinkin Bout You"
(with Tyga)
(feat. Bow Wow)

"Ain't Thinkin Bout You"
(with Tyga)
(feat. Bow Wow)



[intro:]
Yeah (on tonight)
It's like I can't let you go (on tonight)
But I got to (on tonight)
I'm a change it up a little bit, I'm a do it like this

[verse: Chris Brown]
We been together for a minute
Now it feels funny to be doing something different
But it's all good, me and you finished
Gotta ball player, but a nigga ain't tripping
And I ain't saying that he don't love you
But I don't think he love you like I do
But it's okay, it's alright
My Blackberry filled with a whole bunch of women
Wasting time,
steady tryna get you back
Get you back in my life
Yea you don't care, you don't care
It used to be you that I like
but I'm a do what I like
Tonight, I'm going get tipsy
Over twenty one,
all the girls have fun
And watch the ladies jump on me

[chorus:]
I'm not looking for love, 'cause she's gone
So tell all the girls that the bottles on us
Get your drink on
I just wanna have a good time and keep you off my mind
Find a little shawty I like
Girl when I'm up in the club, really turned up
I ain't going think about you (na na na na)
(aye aye aye) ain't thinking about you tonight (night night night)

[verse: bow wow]
You got the wrong one, if you think I ain't gonna go out
You used to be the only girl a nigga would think about
I gotta couple of girls on call, I'm a bring em out
A magic city stripper, hunh, so this is what it's all about
I'm the club doing my two steps
I done pulled about eight broads already
I'm just getting my feet wet (damn)
But I ain't even knocking your style
See I be here all day tryna count how many girls want bow
Yeah, I see you on the blogs with your dude and all that
But little do you know, you making yourself look wack
If dude gotta problem, better tell him to fall back
I'm blowing real big in VIP, yeah, that loud pack
Shit it's me and Chris in here, so you know it's real thick in here
Better cuff your girl because your bitch in here
Tryna see how many I can fit in my lambo
I never go raw, stay strapped like Rambo

[chorus:]
I'm not looking for love, 'cause she's gone
So tell all the girls that the bottles on us
Get your drink on
I just wanna have a good time and keep you off my mind
Find a little shawty I like
Girl when I'm up in the club, really turned up
I ain't going think about you (na na na na)
(aye aye aye) ain't thinking about you tonight (night night night)

[Chris Brown:]
Shawty, what's up?
I'm bad (bad)
All the girls in the club
(got damn, you're sexy)
You sexy,
got damn, you're sexy
Oh you're sexy, oh

[chorus:]
I'm not looking for love, 'cause she's gone
So tell all the girls that the bottles on us
Get your drink on
I just wanna have a good time and keep you off my mind
Find a little shawty I like
Girl when I'm up in the club, really turned up
I ain't going think about you (na na na na)
(aye aye aye) ain't thinking about you tonight (night night night)

 

[fox69]

"All Gold Everything"

"All Gold Everything"


187

[Hook:]
Gold all in my chain, my chain, bitch
Gold all in my rang, my rang, bitch
Gold all in my watch, my watch
Don't believe me, just watch
Nigga nigga nigga
Don't believe me, just watch
Don't believe me just watch, bitch
Nigga nigga nigga
Don't believe me, just watch, bitch
Don't believe me, just watch
Gold all in my chain
Gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch
Don't believe me, just watch

[Verse:]
T Raww I don't fuck with niggas
My money long, my temper midget
King gold chains I reinvented
This gold shit, you a gold fish nigga
Try me, four kings like free sale nigga
Sippin' out a cup like a toddler, nigga nigga
Who the fuck want drama, pain,
Back at it like a chiropractor, mane
That that nigga rock a quarter mil in chains
Gat squirt at ya like Stacey Lane
Nigga nigga sunroof ya brain
Came out to drink but you can't even hang
Only came 'cause a nigga got paid
Sleep with them hoes, they gon' fuck up your name
Pop the Zanny I'm stressin'
Pop the molly I'm flexin'
Dre Beats my beats bang, biker jeans, ball mane
She suck me off till I'm all drained
Kick her out, Liu king
Wide body need two lanes,
Got a 5-0-4 bitch that go to Tulane
Niggas think that I'm playin'
I ain't sayin' this shit to be slayin' a nigga
Make your bed, lay in it, fucker
Born sinner, make a nigga die for his dinner
Eyes of a tiger, stone killer, cold blooded winner
Fuckin' beast, goin' HAM, gotta eat
Thanksgiving, don't thank me,
Cause that ain't beef, y'all niggas sweet,
Money leech, money launderin'
Private jet, I don't fly economy
Man I make it rain while you niggas try to maintain
All my niggas gang bang, shout out Honey Cocaine
Last kings, YMCMB bitch
187, stay on some G shit

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"All Love"

"All Love"


[Hook:]
Don't you worry about the beef my nigga
Everything's straight
When you see me in the hood
Don't worry you ain't gotta hate

Wassup wassup wassup (its all love)
Wassup wassup wassup (its all love)

Shit, we all in a recession
Nigga I'm broke too
I see you lookin at me
What the fuck I do to you

Wassup wassup wassup (its all love)
Wassup wassup wassup (its all love)

Look, hate to glit it
Wrist in hand
This ain't no little man
Just presidential rolex and
This is my biggest sin
Jealously attracting them
Trying my best to do less
Trying my best but, I'm such to a greater extent
My phone rings, a block call, 2 a.m
Who could it be, not moms. she's [?]
[?]
Smilin, sayin her son paid it
Like if one make it
We all made it

[Hook]

I'm tryna to be paitent homie
But all this hatin on me
Got me thinkin satan on me
I don't owe em, but my whole circle waitin on me
If I don't show em, make moves, they gone be skatin on me
Now this basement lonely
Or we on that TV doin that
Matter fact, I think ima give em a call them back
But I ain't got time for all that
Tryna give me gifts so they can say they bought that
Agree, what you want from me
A bag full of money?

All my westside riders wassup, wassup
All my eastside riders wassup, wassup
All my northside riders wassup, wassup
And all my southside riders wassup, wassup

L.A. N.Y. wassup (its all love)
M.I.A. va wassup (its all love)
Chi city, Detroit wassup (its all love)
H town Boston wassup (its all love)

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Ayo"
(with Chris Brown)

"Ayo"
(with Chris Brown)



[Intro:]
I need you [x8]

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
We poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
I'm the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got an engine full of trunk space
I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she's no hablé
But I make that bitch walk with some cheesecake
Yeah, I'm the coldest nigga, icy
Lookin in the mirror like I wish I can be me
She too into me, I'm more into money
My hobby's her body, that pussy's my lobby
I'mma eat it, I'mma eat it
I won't lie, hope my dick's too conceited
Uh, told her she's my wife for the weekend
But don't be acting like I need you cause we poppin' like

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
I'm in a Rolls, you don't roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I'm tryna fuck Coco, this don't concern Ice
If I motor boat, she gonna motorbike
A nigga ain't worried about nothin'
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stuntin
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffin'
I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
And she said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We lovin', she love it
Especially when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud (cause we poppin' like)

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

[Verse 3 - Chris Brown (Tyga):]
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it's a holiday
(Uh, you losin' money, I win mills Dr. J
She's gonna follow my lead, Simon Says)
Paper, paper, I'm riding scrapers in California
Car smell like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(Never been an outcast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
(In my section less niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch, I'm that nigga
(Yeah we poppin' like)

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

[Outro - Tyga:]
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof - ahhh!

 

[fox69]

"Ayo (IamSu! Remix)"
(with Chris Brown)
(feat. IamSu!)

"Ayo (IamSu! Remix)"
(with Chris Brown)
(feat. IamSu!)



I need you [x8]

[IamSu!:]
Hbk the gang
Nothin' like these other lames
Flow hot, bet I get her wet like the summer rain
Gold teeth, wrist and chain
Brand new everything
You got what it take to hang with the Sudi Mane
They wanna know where I been, what I'm into
Keep a new pair everyday like a gym shoe
You can't stop us, don't even attempt to
Rap tight, plus the beat slap like a pimp do
Uh, when she with you she wanna check her phone
Lemme be the Doc, lemme run and check up on her
Game tight like I mack, tell her check the tone
Weed loud in the crowd like a megaphone
Yeah, on stage they be beggin' for me
Tell lil' baby no panties under leggings for me
So I could see her shake that ass
I'ma teach her how to flip that [?]

[Chris Brown:]
We poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck 'em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

[Tyga:]
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
I'm the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got a engine for a trunk space
I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
But I make that bitch walk with some cheesecake
Yeah, I'm the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I could be me
She too into me, I'm more into money
My hobby's her body, that pussy's my lobby
I'mma eat it, I'mma eat it
I don't lie, hold my dick, too conceited
Uh, told her she's my wife for the weekend
But don't be acting like I need you cause we poppin' like

[Chris Brown:]
We poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck 'em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

I'm in a Royce, you don't roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I'm tryna fuck Coco, this don't concern Ice
If I motorboat, she gon' motorbike
A nigga ain't worried about nothin'
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
She said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
Especially when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud (cause we poppin' like)

We poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

[Chris Brown (Tyga):]
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it's a holiday
(Uh, you losing money, I windmills Dr. J
She going to follow my lead, Simon Says)
Paper, paper, I'm riding scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(Never been an outcast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
(And my section less niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch, I'm that nigga
(Yeah we poppin' like)

[Chris Brown:]
We poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

[Tyga:]
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof - ahhh!

 

[fox69]

"Ayo (Ricky Ross Remix)"
(with Chris Brown)
(feat. Ricky Ross)

"Ayo (Ricky Ross Remix)"
(with Chris Brown)
(feat. Ricky Ross)



I need you [x8]

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
We poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck 'em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

[Rick Ross:]
It's Ricky Ross
Just checking in with my little homies
Chris, Ty what it do

New money, new year, it's time to boss up
Dm a couple bitches just to toss up
Chick smiling cause she know she want the whole clique
We show each other, then she send us all the same pic
Money lost, we got a thermal and a celly on
Let me shoutout these two niggas on another song
It's for my homies, yeah the ones who never coming home
I gave my chain to your son, I stay forever loyal
New crib on the water, you should see it nigga
40 bitches in the crib, top tier nigga
Chanel bags on the first day
We go and get it in the worst way

[Hook]

[Tyga:]
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
I'm the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got an engine full of trunk space
I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
But I make that bitch walk for some cheesecake
Yeah, I'm the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I can be me
She too into me, I'm more into money
My hobby's her body, that pussy's my lobby
I'mma eat it, I'mma eat it
I don't lie, hope my dick's, too conceited
Uh, told her she's my wife for the weekend
But don't be acting like I need you cause we poppin' like

[Hook]

[Chris Brown:]
I'm in a Rolls, you don't roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I'm tryna fuck Coco, this don't concern Ice
If I motorboat, she gon' motorbike
A nigga ain't worried about nothin'
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
She said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
Specially when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud (cause we poppin' like)

[Hook]

[Chris Brown (Tyga):]
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it's a holiday
(Uh, you losing money, I win mills, Dr. J
She going to follow my lead, Simon Says)
Paper, paper, I'm riding Scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(Never been an Outkast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
(And my section less niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch, I'm that nigga
(Yeah we poppin' like)

[Hook]

[Tyga:]
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof - ahhh!