Tyga

[fox69]

"Pressed"
(feat. Honey Cocaine)

"Pressed"
(feat. Honey Cocaine)



[Hook: Tyga]
Ahh!
Why you bitches so pressed for? (for)
Open up the gate all I do is press four (four)
Got you pissed off ballin' up your fist for (for)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ahh!
It's the hooligan nigga (nigga)
Eat these rappers up, you just food to me nigga (nigga)
Rap don't work, I'm a wolverine
Nigga's honey make you desert, wash it down with some liqour
Li-lit up, the pill make a bitch turn flipper
You so um, all on the bottom of my zipper
I Nick trip, got the Cannon on me like Mariah
Pinocchio rappers man, all I see is liars (Ahh!)
Rough riders, gang niggas, kush buyers
Get smashed, Halloween, Mike Myers
My religion, plenty women no choirs
They call me the royal penis, they're highness
For when they give it up, pour it up, leave it wit' us
Eatin' my dust, you bustas dusty still on the bus
Truly quick, pick her up or you ain't bad, you ain't nothing
All my niggas eatin' like the last supper, nigga

[Hook: Honey Cocaine]
Uhh! (Ahh!)
Why you bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Open up the gate, all I do is press four (press four)
Got you pissed off ballin' up your fist for (fist for)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
Why these bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Why these bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Wh-why you bitches so pressed for? (pressed for) (yeah)
Why these bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Don't make me pull out my pistol

[Verse 2: Honey Cocaine]
Uhh!
Don't make me pull out my pistol
T-Dot that seaside my bitch is official
Get rich or take it cause that is a ritual
This bitch was talkin' I had to come visual
I don't like to lose it's bad habits
All my bitches loyal and true and no fashion (fashion)
My niggas holdin' the juice, they all strappin'
Sleepin' on me, hatin me dude I'm straight gassin' (gassin')
Everything I'm in is luxury (luxury)
Them other hoes know they can't fuck wit' me (fuck wit' me)
Bitch look me in the face when you stunt on me (stunt on me)
Better ask a weak ho try to front on me (front on me) ha-ha
Now tell me where that bitch at, that bitch ass
All this good food, I'm surprised I ain't get fat
Wake up then 'urn up then turn up the shit fast (fast)
I'm coming through with that pistol you better get back, bitch!

[Hook: Tyga & Honey Cocaine]
Ahh!
Why you bitches so pressed for? (for)
Open up the gate all I do is press four (four)
Got you pissed off ballin' up your fist for (for)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
Why these bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Why these bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Wh-why these bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Why these bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Don't make me pull out my pistol

[Bridge]
If we get rowdy (yeah), all my niggas sorry (yeah)
Why you bitches so burst for (burst for)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (pull out my pistol)
If we got a problem (yeah), all my niggas sorry (yeah)
Why you bitches so burst for? (burst for)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (pull out my pistol)

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Damn!
Hop up in my lap, get high (high)
Pistol grip pump from my lap at all times (times)
Lap at all times, La-Lap at all times
Now it's no more drama, it's that Mary J Blige (Blige)
Yeah, I'm too high, chinky eyed (eyed)
Cherry vans, sweet red, red vines (vines)
Closed blinds, nigga you gets no shine
It's my party nigga I ain't standin' in line!

[Hook: Tyga & Honey Cocaine]
Why these bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Why these bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Why these bitches so pressed for? (pressed for)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
Don't make me pull out my pistol (bang!)
Wh-why you so pressed for?

 

[fox69]

"Pretty Boy Swag"

"Pretty Boy Swag"


This right here
I'm a bout to re-kill
Cat get into yo ear
Resurrect and disappear
Bitch I'm bigger, you small
I be clowin' calls
And your just a funny guy, little duval
Bitch I'm a beast, man, dog
Licking the blood up off my paws
Filling my cup up, silly straw
7-11 slirp me off
Put her beaver on my log
Then she lick lick like a frog
Pretty boy I'm not at all
I'm just way fresher than ya'll
Nigga damn, always talkin' to bitches not my age
Yea I'm young, you old, so put these babies on yo face
Tender love baby face
Say she want it everyday, but once I hit it it ain't the same
Ash-ley Mary Kay, haha
Oh shit full house it's a pool party
Heres the address use Google mami
Smell the herb, mess
It's goo gaary
Treat my bitches like they sisters
Now you work for me
Spazz man
All about gettin' my cash fast
I'm totally rad, show her my tats
Flippin the bird, turnin' my back
No love, my heart will be back
Barry your tongue in my lap
I ain't even write shit after that
Okay look up bitch I'm flexin
Penthouse level leave you naked
Eat your heart out bitch I'm Jeffrey
Damme darrier my luggage
Lucky lefty I'm right handed
I'm crazy I'm just sayin
Nickles, dimes, quarters, grams
I don't smoke just patron
Roll the L while we here
Plus the plane leaving in ten
I got models I got friends
But I never spend on them
Only circle that I'm in, is the circle of success
Fuck stress, have sex
And I do that shit the best, aww

 

[fox69]

"Pure Luxury"

"Pure Luxury"


Old fucking drama, call the karma kamikaze
Shots of alcohol the pain its relic in my chest, I feel demolished
Hold the liquor, make it silence, pray into me like the altar
Life is off the loss and coughing I'm just here to make my offer
Crystal sniffing, bitches tripping, luxury and gang members
Wanna be like Boyz N Hood, affiliated by my brothers
Worship higher powers, smokes inpolished, drinking from the chalice
So they say it's his blood be like he was a Jesús
I'm holy, horrors making eye contact
Surviving the thrones, stones at yo front door, bang it though
When a nigga get dough, promise I pay you back mo'
You always had my back and I thank you for that
Wanna call you late, but I'm busy filling plates
Kids gotta eat and mommas gon' cry, that bread been straight, we shaking dank
Baby I'ma save you one day, from this hell hole and gunplay
Grew up with cinco hasta las cinco
Went east side where rain poured and souls cried, no sunshine
Tomorrow when tears dry, no one'll make it out alive
I just wanna make it God, can you hear me fine, here been deaf, feeling blind, all I see is sacrifice (overtime)
Show no remorse when you die, until then
Wash my sins with time, make yo bed (lay on the line)
Looking at headlines, it's all alive on who are you and I to decide, just tryna get by
And that's pure like virgin blood mixed with 1-51 one sip
Make a nigga flip, I ain't tripping off shit
That happened yesterday, cause I just won the rest today of pure luxury

All my life I wanted luxury
A roof over to sleep
Family, that's luxury
All I ever hung around was G's
Breaking bread with the homies, that's luxury
Something like virgin blood that's pure and she screaming out "Its yours"
All I ever wanted was luxury
Now all I got is luxury, come fuck with me

20 bandana, cross my fingers when in danger
I protect you perfect stranger, put that body on a hanger
Her man's in Herman, [?] don't need a fucking filla
Hold my hand, your halo's fading, pesos and Pinot Grigio
Bless the newborns, my comrades they die for me
It's not the game, you just a casualty
War ruins who after me
Surviving, could have been a tragedy
Ninth grade, in a driver seat
Skipping class, no time to speak
Truth be told this honesty
Poker face and poke her highness next to me
I'm soaking royal altercationally
Not complacent, want the cake and cream
Settle in, you just another loyal [?]
I don't smoke that reggie seed, high at the presidential suite
And I ain't at the legion seat nigga, overseas
With Sheikhs that's royalty nigga
You can bet that, my tux black
My bitch black and I'm backing out
That ghost black, black MX
Ain't gotta say shit, on the favor

All my life I wanted luxury
A roof over to sleep
Family, that's luxury
All I ever hung around was g's
Breaking bread with the homies, that's luxury
Something like virgin blood that's pure and she screaming out "its yours"
All I ever wanted was luxury
Now all I got is luxury, come fuck with me

 

[fox69]

"Pussy Talkin'"

"Pussy Talkin'"


[Tyga]
Pussy talkin' like...
Pussy talkin' like...
Well done

Aye babe, why you puttin' us on display
Bringing up old shit in front of all our friends
And trying to start to day with arguments
Trying to relax like parliaments
We doing the opposite
Textin' keshia like man I think this nigga be cheatin'
I'm late working
I know I didn't come home that evening
Calling my phone,
Attitudes, heavy breathing
I mean whats the reason
Or is it that your menstrual speakin' hah
I ain't gamin' just tired of fakin'
No patience be a rider like alizé
Thomas Clay Aiken no gay shit
Ass naked, commando baby
She got my dick motivated

[Chorus]
Now we wakin' up middle of the night
Fuckin' make up right after we fight
Pussy talkin' like...
Well done
Pussy talkin' like...
Well done

Man she always wakin' up middle of the night
Fuckin' make up right after we fight
Pussy talkin' like...
Well done
That pussy talkin' like...
Well done

[Tyga]
Uhh lay it down bend it over like strippers open
Water gun big shoot you
Now you super soakin'
Comin' down your chimmey
Call it santa workin'
I brought some gifts for you
Mango flavored lotion
Wetter then a loofah
Lube you on your momma's sofa
Stretch it out rosa acosta
I do this shit have you comin' over and over
Again like a maid service clean her perfect
I ain't perfect
Most of them bitches don't deserve me
Had my moments but most them bitches all be thirsty
They ain't worth it
Block 'em all like stage curtains
Knock 'em off like fake purses
I ain't trickin' but you got it
Loving you being honest
Hard to be honest but most of the time you indecisive
I'm tired of fighting
Let it go close your eye lids
Open the morning fresh and we vibin'

[Chorus]
Now we wakin' up middle of the night
Fuckin' make up right after we fight
Pussy talkin' like...
Well done
Pussy talkin' like...
Well done

Man she always wakin' up middle of the night
Fuckin' make up right after we fight
Pussy talkin' like...
Well done
That pussy talkin' like...
Well done
Finish him!

 

[fox69]

"Rack City"
("Well Done 2" Mixtape Version)

"Rack City"
("Well Done 2" Mixtape Version)



[Intro:]
Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch
Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch, rack
Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch
Mustard on the beat

Hah!

[Verse 1:]
Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch
Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch
100 deep V.I.P. no guest list
T-Raw you don't know who you fucking with?
Got my other bitch fucking with my other bitch
Fucking all night nigga we ain't celibate
Make it sound too dope I ain't selling it
Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint
Gold Letterman last kings killing shit
Young money young money yeah we getting rich
I got ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)
Girl you know what it is

[Hook 2x:]
Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and the fifties bitch

[Verse 2:]
I'm a motherfucking star (star)
Look at the paint on the car (car)
Too much rim make the ride too hard
Tell that bitch hop out, walk the boulevard
I need my money pronto
Get it in the morning like Alonzo
Rondo, Green got cheese like a nacho
If you ain't got no ass bitch wear a poncho
Head hancho got my seat back
Nigga staring at me don't get bapped
Got my shirt off the club too packed
It's too turned going up like gas
God damn pull out my racks
Mike Mike Jackson nigga yeah I'm bad
Rat T-T-T-Tatted up on my back
All the hoes love me you know what it is

[Hook 2x:]
Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and the fifties bitch

[Outro:]
Throwing hunnids, hunnids
Hunnids, hunnids
Throwing hunnids, hunnids
Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch
Hunnids, hunnids
Throwing hunnids, hunnids
Hunnids, hunnids
Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...)

 

[fox69]

"Rack City"
(Single Version)

"Rack City"
(Single Version)



[Intro:]
Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch
Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch, rack
Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch
Mutha on the beat

Hah!

[Verse 1:]
Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch
Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch
100 deep V.I.P. no guest list
T-Raw you don't know who you fucking with?
Got my other bitch fucking with my other bitch
Fucking all night nigga we ain't celibate
Make it sound too dope I ain't selling it
Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint
Gold Letterman last kings killing shit
Young Money, Young Money, yeah we getting rich
Getcha grandma on my dick (ha ha)
Girl you know what it is

[Hook: x2]
Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch (bitch)

[Verse 2:]
I'm a motherfucking star (star)
Look at the paint on the car (car)
Too much rim make the ride too hard
Tell that bitch hop out, walk the boulevard
I need my money pronto
Get it in the morning like Alonzo
Rondo, Green got cheese like a nacho
If you ain't got no ass bitch wear a poncho
Head hancho got my seat back
Nigga staring at me don't get bapped
Got my shirt off the club too packed
It's too turned going up like gas
God damn pulled out my racks
Mike Mike Jackson nigga yeah I'm bad
Rat T-T-T-Tatted up on my back
All the hoes love me you know what it is

[Outro: x2]
Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch
Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch
Throwing hunnids, hunnids
Hunnids, hunnids
Throwing hunnids, hunnids
Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch
Hunnids, hunnids
Throwing hunnids, hunnids
Hunnids, hunnids
Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x2]

(Rack, rack, rack, rack, rack...)

 

[fox69]

"Rack City (Remix)"
(feat. Young Jeezy, T.I., Meek Mill, Wale & Fabolous)

"Rack City (Remix)"
(feat. Young Jeezy, T.I., Meek Mill, Wale & Fabolous)



[Hook]
Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole?
Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole?

[Wale]
Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole?
If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go
And yeah we up in stadiums, quarterbacking hoes
My money for fourth and long, but you do not get to throw
Rack, Rack City shit
Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for your titties
And a hundred for your smile, I'mma be here for a while
I'mma be up with them ounces, I'll see you when you out
Stuntin' for the fuck of it, I ain't with the sucka' shit
All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government
Fuck whoever judge ya', and trick whoever love ya'
But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, Rack City shit
She ain't right like them old rap city skits
I got many chicks, blue and black Penny kicks
Strippers at 30 tellin' niggas that they 26

[Chorus - Tyga]
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch [x3]
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch

[Fabolous]
Silver Emblem, 2 black Rs
Who's that in the nice black car?
Autopsy came back, results are?
Cause of death…bars
Gotta killa fo, for the llama
Gotta killa hoe, half Columbiana
Half Dominicana, Poke her from Behind-a
Work out a little bit, get the rest from her mama
Black city Bitch, Black outta '03
California king kush, black out from OG
You made ya death bed, now lay in it
The end is here, start sayin it

[Young Jeezy]
I'm in my other car, bout to get my other car
You like to talk to him, young, it's a seminar
12 carats, man that's all ears
1 through 6, man, it's all gears
Got my other broad talking with my other broad
All them in the back talking to my other broad
OK, look like we got a foursome
3 bitches in my bed, bout 4 something
Yeah see I let my nigga hit that
He ain't nuttin, so I let my nigga split that
Suit game, bag it, she might know something
But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something
Yeah you know what that mean, you tonight girl
But if your bullshit, I'll leave ya wit a white girl
It's all we doing nigga, ass n' tits
A-town nigga, yeah, trap city

[Chorus x2]
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch [x3]
Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties bitch

[Tyga]
Black 4s, red drop head doors
Got ya whore doing shit that's uncalled for
I see these bitches callin…I just hit ignore
James bond, Tom Ford, Jaeger LaCoultre,
Ain't got 'em? Erry blood goin stop 'em
120 in the ghost take the bitch shoppin
Niggas will open it up, cuz they ain't poppin
Ain't got nuttin to comment with niggas wit no commas
Red headorama, Rack City Junk yarding
I be ahead of these nigga Last King, Guillotine
YMCMB Nigga take defeat
Pack a bad bitch then pass it to my nigga Meek

[Meek Mill]
Meek Milly, Racked up Racked out
And I'll be countin money till I pass out
Hundred racks of hundreds in the Stash house
And I'll be sayin something when I mash out
In the Lambo lookin like a fly
I shine like somethin in the sky
These haters hope I hurry up and die
Cuz my bitch look like she said hurry up and bye

[T.I.]
Me and three females in the CL
Pink toe nails, tail like a beached whale
Tell 'em all betta keep it on the DL
No phone, no twitter, no email
Diamonds in the chain, none in the rear
Fall the King of Diamonds, bitch you ate shit
Pocket racked up, all big faces
At the party crib, full of broads all naked
Rosé cases, We pop daily
We stay faded, need no occasion
Latins and Asians, Black, Caucasian
All go crazy for days in amazement

[Chorus x2]
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch [x3]
Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties bitch

 

[fox69]

"Rap Star"

"Rap Star"


Rap star, need fast cars, cash in large amounts
I need a bitch with an ass that bounce
A fat ass and titties that bounce
You know I'm in the street when the city come out
When the city dumb out
When you envision me
(Can you tell me) am I getting it though?

I'm a rap star, call the task force
I make your club collapse
After I leave with the bad ones
Presidential suite with the bad ones
Told my niggas ya'll can have them
Cause I have one, I'm on FaceTime with her
When she blowing you kisses, saying she miss ya
Could have anyone she want, she just wanna be with ya
I'm a rap star, I just wanna get richer
You might slip when I talk, you know I'm slick when I talk
Rap star, got plaques on my wall
That's art and facts on my wall
Crib I bought got two gates for security guards - it's a palace dog!
I remember when I have it dog
And back then I was still saying I'ma have it dog!

I'm a rap star, need fast cars, cash in large amounts
I need a bitch with an ass that bounce
A fat ass and titties that bounce
You know I'm in the street when the city come out
When the city dumb out
When you envision me
(Can you tell me) am I getting it though?

I'm a rap star, can you imagine?
Putting chains on ya man's neck, cause the muscle stronger the fan flexin'
Dealing with gossip, hate and threats
When they bettin' against you and you raise the bet
Yeah, you got 'em there nigga, you got 'em scared
They not prepared, you got 'em right where you want 'em, right there
I'm a rap star and your nightmare
Used to slapbox, now we don't fight fair
Life ain't, so I ain't
This about my team, cause they ate when I ate
Yeah they steak like my steak
Handle they beef like it's on my plate
I'm a rap star that graaa, graaa, graaa
That "move, let 'em through, get back"

(Could you imagine?)

I'm a rap star, need fast cars, cash in large amounts
I need a bitch with an ass that bounce
A fat ass and titties that bounce
You know I'm in the street when the city come out
When the city dumb out
When you envision me
(Can you tell me) am I getting it though?

 

[fox69]

"Ratchet"
(feat. Joe Moses)

"Ratchet"
(feat. Joe Moses)



[Intro]
Mustard on the beat ho!

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Trap pussy, fuck her in a black hoodie
Fucking in the house, while Momma cookin
Them tacos, bitch I need two mo'
Knock the pussy out the park; Pujols
Ass Sumo, all gold two door
Bitches wanna hammer baby, but this ain't Juno
You know, I got the ratchet on me cause I'm too on
Know where I'm from streets getting hotter than Tucson (Augh!)
Rachet City, welcome to the real 50's
Creased Dickies, nigga don't be conversing with me
Brought the silks out niggas say I'm looking Biggie
Pussy ain't shit, but the hoes will make me richer
Shh, ha, money in the mattress
Now it's money in the mansion, I'm throwing money she dancing
I'm a motherfuckin G, hella path for a bachelor
Ratchet, hating niggas hacking
Tell me where the...

[Hook]
Where the ballers at, ask me where the ballers at
Hut one, hut two, I'm the quarter back
Fuck a pretty bitch gotta let you have it
I don't do this for the motherfucking rapping
I do this for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets

[Verse 2: Joe Moses]
Verse two, sadity man I hate those
Go bowling in her pussy, A-hole
Nice face but her ass like play dough
Charge on the mouth with my dick; Diego
Knock it off knock it in then knock it down
Mayweather with the ratchets, knock 'em out
Said her last nigga weird, Pacquiao
Left her in the studio, ass up face down
Pretty bitches gon' hate, we don’t need that
Where the ratchets at? Tell me where the ratchets at
Shake your ass to the beat then bring it back
Mills said bleed, driver can you handle that?

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Ready To Fuck"

"Ready To Fuck"


[Intro:]
Ready to fuck

[Verse 1:]
I'm rolling up in that gold thing
These bitches at the door man
She giving up that domain
Don't give my number, she know the name
That king shit and be my game
Ain't got a nigga, her ex lame
She usually don't do this
Tonight she gon' fuck me
I beat it up, that pussy
That wet wet in my two seater
Her nails done, her hair did
I'm a about to mess up all of it
Just don't say another word
You wanna talk, just use your tongue
R-Roll over, give daddy some
I'm gon cum, you gon come like...

[Hook:]
Don't it feel good?
Got you dripping down your thighs, and you gripping on the wood
Alright (alright)
She said, "Don't it feel good?"
Then she riding on the top
She about to make it pop
She said, "Why you fuck with everybody?"
I said, "Baby I be only fucking you"
She said, "Don't be fucking with nobody
I want you to myself and I want you, too"
So you know what I said
Just get on that bed
I know you want it, baby, so open your legs
I know when you're coming baby
My tongue got you going crazy
Your toes and your thighs shaking
I eat it up
She said I'm ready to fuck
Aww Yeah
She said I'm ready to fuck
Yeah

[Verse 2:]
Dealing with these bitches
You got to have your game tight
Cause most of em' won't act right
You got know how to lay the pipe
My ex-bitch named Jordan
She pretty, so spoiled
Ain't no nigga gon love you
How I loved you, now it's adiós
I need some [x4]
I found some [x2]
I hope it's real [x2]
Cause ain't no telling
What these girls be trying to get
I'm young and rich, I'm clean nigga
So yeah, I give em that clean dick like

[Hook]