Tyga

[fox69]

"Real Deal"

"Real Deal"


Looking at the clock it's about that time
Can I introduce myself?
I been watching you from far,and it's been too long can I have this song
I just get so mesmerized when you up and against that pole
I just wanna take you home
Who are they to criticize
How you decide to make your money
I will spend every dime on you baby, take it from me
Since I saw you in the corner
Had to let you know I want ya
All these bitches say you bougie
Didn't stop me from approaching
I don't give a fuck, what your reputation is
I just won't repeat this night and do it all over again
These are the thoughts in my mind
Hope you don't think I'm crazy
Just don't ever try to play me
These are rules I'm engaging
I sit back in the back and wait for the perfect time
Seems you don't have the time
Wish I could re-reverse the time
Pretty little thang, give me love out of a sippy cup
Sit me up, finish up, zip it up, this is lust

Walk up in this bitch said I need that (need that)
Shawty caught my eyes said I need that (need that)
Let me get a feel, man I hope it feel real
I’m the fuckin' real deal, bend over bitch you know the drill

Walk up in this bitch said I need that (need that)
Shawty caught my eyes said I need that (need that)
Let me get a feel, man I hope it feel real
I’m the fuckin' real deal, bend over bitch you know the drill

Pretty pussy popping put your back into that, hand-stands
Am about to have a heart attack, let me handle that
Can we go somewhere private, show me for a private dance
You been working way too hard, I just think you need a man
I can be your fucking man, we can fuck and do some things
I can make the headboard bang, let me make your clit sing
I'm not tryna be rude
I just wanna see your birthday suit, if it's cool with you
Let me taste, taste your best friend too
Knew you were such a super freak
I could only daydream about it, now it's all reality
I pretend that she was you when you make a squirt scene
Am I choking you too hard? Hope nobody hears you scream
I'm a little crazy when it comes to you baby
We can live together, you're my midnight fantasy
I won't let them hurt you
I be right back to the ATM
These are the thought in my conscious can you hear them? (hear them)

Walk up in this bitch said I need that (need that)
Shawty caught my eyes said I need that (need that)
Let me get a feel, man I hope it feel real
I’m the fuckin' real deal, bend over bitch you know the drill

Walk up in this bitch said I need that (need that)
Shawty caught my eyes said I need that (need that)
Let me get a feel, man I hope it feel real
I’m the fuckin' real deal, bend over bitch you know the drill

Don't stop, keep dirty dancing (dancing)
I like it when you turn around dancing (dancing)
Let me put my hand on it baby keep dancing
Don't stop baby keep on dirty dancing

Don't stop, keep dirty dancing (dancing)
I like it when you turn around dancing (dancing)
Let me put my hand on it baby keep dancing
Don't stop baby keep on dirty dancing

Walk up in this bitch said I need that (need that)
Shawty caught my eyes said I need that (need that)
Let me get a feel, man I hope it feel real
I’m the fuckin' real deal, bend over bitch you know the drill

Walk up in this bitch said I need that (need that)
Shawty caught my eyes said I need that (need that)
Let me get a feel, man I hope it feel real
I’m the fuckin' real deal, bend over bitch you know the drill

 

[fox69]

"Real One"
(with Chris Brown)
(feat. Lil Boosie)

"Real One"
(with Chris Brown)
(feat. Lil Boosie)



[Intro:]
Yeah
Give a fuck about ya nigga, baby
That nigga weak

[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
Aye baby, you baby
That's some good pussy we can make a new baby
Fuck you in the Maybach, fuck a room baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth baby
Dick ain't proper got a lot of bodies
And the house game Hilton, got a lot of lobbies
Bitches overnight it, what you know 'bout it?
T-Raww whip out, tap out

[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
I got 'em all hooked like drugs
And all them tryin' to fuck with a young nigga
Pulled up to the club like what
Straight to V.I.P
Double cuppin' I stay too turned up
Cause we poppin' bottles in here
Baby I'm just tryin' to party, yeah
Cause I'm the man of the year

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
I'm tryin' to get a little buzz
Party poppin' and a nigga spendin' money
Hope I get fucked up
I see your girl lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, nigga
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
Girl I know you wanna jump up on it right there, right there
Cause everybody in the club gettin' faded
A hundred thousand dollar tab, I'mma pay it
Girl the party's jumpin', DJ's bumpin' my shit, oh yeah
Got everybody in the club lookin' at us
I'm at the top I just climbed up the ladder, real shit
Girl you givin' me the screw face
I know them bitches hatin' you, yeah they two-faced
I know he told you not to drink but what do you say?
I know he tryin' to lock you down like me and Boosie
Fuck that nigga, my middle finger up
Fuck a rap nigga, you just want a singer, huh?
I'm with this shit and you love it
Go on and twerk some for me

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Boosie Badazz:]
Turn, turn, turn, turn up
Stop stuntin' that nigga
We straight I got more money than that nigga
She ain't loyal cause he ain't me
Go to jail she gon' need me like [?]
She want a real one, oh she want some
Look at all this money over here, she want some
She ain't thirsty
But when you that bad every chick need bags and purses
Scorpio says girl my tongue on her
[?] me all day we just press record
Ten million in two months, God bless me girl
You over there starin', next me girl
Them hotties is flockin' it's three in the mornin'
Them bodies is poppin' she's feelin' the moment
She gotta man, I ain't worried about that
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect

[Outro - Chris Brown:]
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
Guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one

 

[fox69]

"Real Or Fake"

"Real Or Fake"


[Verse 1]
Kill a flow cuckoomani, last king and on the daily,
Call a mother fucker, buy the government, but call me crazy!
Yeah I’m on that fucking juice,
Have a sip I’ll fuck you later,
Money on my table, pick it up, I’ll call it tip the waiter,
Yeah, I’m the first to last, alpha, omega,
I ain’t trying to talk, bitch I’m concentrating!
I'm the dopest nigga , word to Ronald Reagan
She don’t play no games, she blow me like a Sega.
Hundred thousand on my tax,
Twenty thousand on my tats,
No lie, I’ve got twelve hundred snapbacks,
Go yard everywhere, bitch I’m ballin,
Young money running shit, you niggas just jogging,
Shoutout Drizzy I’m posted in Toronto,
Ice so bright, diamonds on vinalargo
Uh, wine bottles, Uh barely drunk,
Shades on nigga don’t be trying to say what’s up!

[Chorus]
Cause you’re real or fake, real or fake,
Real or fake, real or fake!
Most bitches, niggas gone be real or fake,
Real or fake, real or fake!
Real or fake, real or fake!
Real or fake, real or fake!
Yeah, real or fake!
Most bitches, niggas gone be real or fake,
Yeah, real or fake, bitch!

[Verse 2]
Hotter then the summer coupe
South beach fountain blue,
Cherry pie leather seats rubies on tomato soup,
German shepherd in my engine, barking at you scary bitches,
Best defense, nigga money kissin?!
Had a couple tickets, I was young into wrestling,
Choke slam a nigga, big show pick ‘em.
I’m on my P's and Q's,
I don’t ask questions, I figure shit out,
Multiplying decimals,
Son of Hecklin in my denim, lick the bullet like a lizard,
Couldn't see me with a sigma, definately ill autism,
Hard alliance but its Tyga hotter then a fucking iron,
Put that bitch on silent cause she talking like she tiring,
Too much, Uh niggas say they baby mommas love me,
Crazy, I was on a tour with Diddy counting that Ciroc money,
But it’s young money, YM hoe,
T Raw go, nigga they know!

[Chorus]
Real or fake, real or fake!
Real or fake, real or fake
Most bitches, niggas gone be real or fake,
Real or fake, real or fake, bitch!
Real or fake, real or fake, bitch!
Real or fake, real or fake, bitch!
Yeah, real or fake!
Most bitches, niggas gone be real or fake,
Yeah, real or fake, bitch!

[Outro]
I ain’t got no time!
I ain’t got no time!
I ain’t got no time!
Stop blowin up my cellphone,
I ain’t got no time!
I ain’t got no time!
I ain’t got no time!
Stop blowing up my cellphone

 

[fox69]

"Real Tonight"
(feat. Lloyd)

"Real Tonight"
(feat. Lloyd)



it's getting real tonight, you aint the only bitch on my mind
i can make you feel alright, but i ain't gonna fuss a fight
every girl i see i like, so why wanna waste your time?
you know the deal uh? i'm right
ya i'm for real love, i'm right, it's gettin real tonight

my time ticker on tres, fucking all night, midnight sex
she ride like my old bitch, but she already knew that
she feel me even when i'm gone, pillows between her legs, now she comfortable
extend your back vovo , volcano when the shit explode, boom
picture me tied down for life, i flash too bright, picture won't look right
i need god advice dealing with these lady mice
girls like planes enter the next flight

it's getting real tonight, you aint the only bitch on my mind
i can make you feel alright, but i ain't gonna fuss a fight
every girl i see i like, so why wanna waste your time?
you know the deal uh? i'm right
ya i'm for real love, i'm right, it's gettin real tonight

iphone just filled with hoes, conversation goes, back and forth
what you doing? chilling like eskimos?
bet i eat your pussy good like vegetables
nasty, nigger but you like it though
freaky ass scorpio she ride me like carnivos
and i'm horny though, sex in the morning though
hormones got my snowboard going verticle
vertigo, dizzy on my love boat, heard she got a party mouth
wash ya ass out with soap
damn we fuck again, she ain't my lover, we just cudi budi friends

it's getting real tonight, you aint the only bitch on my mind
i can make you feel alright, but i ain't gonna fuss a fight
every girl i see i like, so why wanna waste your time?
you know the deal uh? i'm right
ya i'm for real love, i'm right, it's gettin real tonight

 

[fox69]

"Regular Girl"
(with Tyga)

"Regular Girl"
(with Tyga)



[Verse: Tyga]
Picture Life In The Movie Frame
Smiles In Your Face But Every Body Fake
Tryna Claim A Role, Acting On The Stage
The World Wanna Show And We All The Play
Just To Say, Why Didn't You Want Me Yesterday
I Blacked Out, Got Some Change, Now They Feeling Me
Couple Chains, Gold Chains On, Mr Tee
They See Me Low Key So Nigga Don't Bother Me
I Wanna Relax With Some Time, All Just For Me
Cause Lately I Been Meeting Girls, Chasing Me
Wanted The Spotlight, Damn, She Spotted Me
Dang You Bad Baby, Let Me Tell You One Thing

[Chris Brown & Tyga:]
You Got It (I Like How You flaunt it)
And I Need It (I Really, Really Want It)
Can I Get (Oh)
Your Love?
Girl I'm On It (I'm Really, Really On It)
Til Morning (I Be Up In the Morning)
What I Gotta Do To Meet You (I Just Want This)

[Chorus:]
I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl, When I Get Home Yeaa

[Verse: Chris Brown]
The Fame Don't Mean Nothing, Neither Does The Money
I Just Want My Friend Right Here With Me
The Light Will Fade Away, No Matter How Hard I Grind
Today Ain't The Day, So I'm Just Gonna Live My Life
All Day Long, Same Shit Different Video
All Them Silly Games, I Don't Wanna Play No More

[Chris Brown & Tyga:]
You Got It (I Like How You flaunt it)
And I Need It (I Really, Really Want It)
Can I Get (Oh)
Your Love?
Girl I'm On It (I'm Really, Really On It)
Til Morning (I Be Up In the Morning)
What I Gotta Do To Meet You (I Just Want This)

[Chorus:]
I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl, When I Get Home Yeaa

 

[fox69]

"Remember Me"
(with Chris Brown)

"Remember Me"
(with Chris Brown)



[Hook - Chris Brown (Tyga):]
Girl you know we got the time
Got that pussy on my mind
Later on, what are we doing?
I know you're ready, show that ass
Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)

[Chris Brown:]
I be banging all on that beat
808, she got the bass when her booty shake
She got her friends with her and they a sight to see
All that ass, don't let it go to waste
All this Hennessy, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate
While I'm pushing Lamborghini's on the interstate
I long-dick her, I'ma go for hours
You minute-made like lemonade
I'm fresh as fuck in these Margielas
I skate past a nigga better than veterans
Bipolar cold, give me the medicine
My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison
When I pull it out, bitch nervous
Better ride this wave - bitch, surf it
Girl, you better keep them legs open
The only thing you close is these curtains
And she only got time for a nigga if I take her out to eat
A nigga really gotta motivate
Man, that's too much work for the pussy
I don't work for the pussy, nigga really don't communicate
I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate
I'd rather keep my money in a safe
Bitch, I ain't got time to play
I need it now, not a minute late

[Hook]

[Tyga:]
Drive your head to a king, nigga
Dream house, my dream's bigger
Got a deck of cards if my heart switch up
Ace of spades, her eyes lit up
Diamonds glitter in my car, thriller
She pray for me, that's god willin
I'm hard to break my boss prison
Her new name : Ass-Zilla
She love a nigga and that pussy tight
Come thru, fuck you all night
Some foreplay, that's all right
But she rather do number 69
High notes, it's prime time
On a couch, hit it from behind
Hit you with that large stroke
Now she fiendin' for that good dope, yeah
That's my bae, she cook and clean and I got it made
Handcuff like she a slave, touch ya, let ya tongue taste
So high, no ceiling space
Numb to it, can't feel her face
Yeah, she numb to it, can't feel her face

[Hook]

[Chris Brown:]
Blowing up my line on the cellular
She wanna lock a nigga down, on the regular
Talking crazy to me like she own the dick
But I don't trust her as far as I can throw the bitch
Momma told me to find a keeper
But I switch like designer sneakers
A girl with the finest features
Every nigga wanna talk to her
But I got her first, finders keepers
Violins in the back, is my theme music
Her ass on my mind, I dream booty
Any nigga tryna fuck my bitch
Then its off with his head, how kings do it
My rings ruby
Red bandana, I stay woopin'
Got too many cribs, I stay movin'
Three Lambos, I stay coupin'
Yeah, but you don't hear me though
Virginia to the Westside
My car foreign, the girl sit on the left side
Smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high
She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly
It's helipads on the boat
Chilling in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco
But nothing compare to what's in my pants
Girl, stop playing!

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Reminded"
(feat. Adele)

"Reminded"
(feat. Adele)



She said if you love me let me know
If you don’t then let me go

[Tyga]
The memories soon fade, why couldn’t they be erased
You hoping it’s just a phase, your heart’ll heal within days
Some people think it’s wrong, being single isn’t right
But you hurt the right person you’ll be wrong all your life
Inevitable to let you go, separate the sexual
Feelings when I’m close to you, fucking til’ the sky is blue
Morning time, home fries, cooking with your t-shirt on
Panties, bra, damn I eat you good when you take it off
Ha, damn I’m nasty, I mean you make me nasty
Going the extra mile flying just to make me happy
Did it all, too much wasn’t enough
Now it’s gone but sometimes I sit and hope

[Adele]
I hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
I hate to turn out up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it
I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it

I hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
I hate to turn out up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it
I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it

[Tyga]
Whatever ever happened to love and being happy
Infatuated with lust, I loved you and now I’m backwards
Time is of the essence, I broke it, took it for granted
Love is like art, heartbroken on the canvas
Painted the perfect picture, you seemed to never get it
Colors prevail and you turn into a fucking monster
Schizophrenic, nicknames Bonnie and Clyde
Now doctors calling us Mr. and Mrs. Hyde
How do you manage but still do you
Can’t compromise, we all equal opportunists
It’s when I’m level headed they aiming to take my head off
Birds flock together, tell bitches I’m throwing bread off
Cold, women, fall in love getting splintered?
Strictly plutonic, only thing she want is dinner
I can’t fuck with her, get her some tonic, gin, liquor
She might let me lick her, now she miss me sayin

[Adele]
I hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
I hate to turn out up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it
I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it

I hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
I hate to turn out up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it
I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it

[Tyga]
Angels in the a.m., sin on my flesh
Girls in the p.m., excuses PMS
They all wanna love em, call em Ms. Next
Spirit of a hustler, I only chase checks
Go home
I ain’t tryna do you wrong
I’d rather be alone
Just sittin on the throne

 

[fox69]

"Rich Girl"

"Rich Girl"


Look at how she walk, walk
Like a rich girl
Look at how she talk, talk
Like a rich girl
Lick your lips, blow a kiss
Stop playing
You's a Rich (Girl)

She so L.A., she there every day
She like the scenery, I like to see her face
It's a lazy day and I'm bored anyway
So hit the freeway, chill with the boy bay
That swag whirlwind gotta say
When she with me, she feel like beyonce
Back in the day, used to rock the finger waves
She much older now, but she don't even look her age
Knew she get the dollars one day
A good girl every day's like Sunday
Only one way to her soul
You don't need a flashlight, cause her heart glows

Look at how she walk, walk,
Like a rich girl
Look at how she talk, talk
Like a rich girl
Lick your lips, blow a kiss
Stop playing
You's a Rich (Girl) [x2]

She called me on the way to her friend house
You know home girl with the loud mouth
She had a boyfriend but kicked the nigga out
You saying she was cute too, you know what I'm talking bout
Some chicks are the same, not her
I just seen them all pop up, popped her
Flying then I'm off to the next bird
But this one right here nigga superb
Scoop her then we listen to some Luther
It's never too much, she know every word
I'm like very good, and she's from the hood
But she a rich girl, she can have the world

Look at how she walk, walk,
Like a rich girl
Look at how she talk, talk
Like a rich girl
Lick your lips, blow a kiss
Stop playing
You's a Rich (Girl) [x2]

I'm looking for a rich girl, I'm looking for a rich girl
I'm looking for a rich girl, So come here, come here girl [x2]

Look at how she walk, walk
Like a rich girl
Look at how she talk, talk
Like a rich girl
Lick your lips, blow a kiss
Stop playing
You's a Rich (Girl) [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Ride Out"
(with Kid Ink, Wale, YG & Rich Homie Quan)

"Ride Out"
(with Kid Ink, Wale, YG & Rich Homie Quan)



[Rich Homie Quan:]
Came in at first, had bad luck
Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had nothin'
We done sold out, now everybody mad at me
Tell 'em roll out, now everybody smashin'
Get ready cause you know we 'bout to be a problem
Hope you ready cause you know it 'bout to be a problem

[Hook - Kid Ink:]
It's the only way we know to go
Squad up, never roll alone
And we gon' ride on forever
We ride out together
Pull up right in your zone
Take over the street, that's how we roll
And we gon' ride on forever
We ride out together

[Tyga:]
Fancy when I drive, six cars in the driveway
Cash in the driver door, spend it, do it my way
I fucks you like a matador, fresh out the catalog
One fall we all fall, crew like dominoes
But chase vamanos, all my dogs riding smoke
Mob heavy like the Pope, for that pot of gold
We are not alone, boy, better check your tone
You gone need a lot of help, I ain't talkin' bank loans
Sit with us, table last supper
Toast to the brothers, some bad motherfuckers
Yeah, ain't nothin' but pure luxury
You lookin' left to me, should be looking up to me
Preferably one of the best
She ridin' cause we next now and forever to death
Be loyal, real, and respect, stay ahead of the rest
We just sit back, relax, doin' things to impress

[Hook]

[Wale:]
Ridin' on ton of waves
And no way these niggas stoppin' me, oh no
Flyin' from a mile away
It's not a problem, only real ones follow me
And I can do this with my eyes closed
Blindfold two times over
Ride solo, I got women and got soldiers
I ain't trippin', you try to get it your night's over
Talkin' all Melatonin, get it and fight coma
What's defeat to a giant, niggas feedin' the fire
History, niggas be less them niggas flee when they flyin'
You don't believe it? Then try it
We don't believe in just tryin'
I call it peoples and leave 'em in 100 pieces divided
That's cold blooded
And I've been this dope for like four summers
And I ain't really going for the he say, or she say
Keep it G for Pete's sake
I know this shit that bone you pick
Might leave you niggas feetless

[Hook]

[YG:]
It's YG 4hunnid!
Is you ridin'?
Is you with all the burglarizing and the violence?
If Jimmy got caught up, but you right there with him
So the police askin' you questions, is you gone keep quiet?
Is you loyal, is you real, is you fake?
When I can't tell that's the type of way that I hate
You got that fake friend, San Tone
There's no cure so them symptoms is gon' show
You know the code, stick around, hold it down, never fold
Like it's a crease up in your Dicky Browns
Hold up, each one teach one
Motivate each one to be somethin'
Cause I ain't just another statistic
I do this and that if you wanna get specific
I'm just tryna make bread come quicker
For me and my day one hitters

[Kid Ink:]
Ride out!

 

[fox69]

"Riot"
(feat. Honey Cocaine)

"Riot"
(feat. Honey Cocaine)



[Tyga: Verse 1]
Fuck that, fuck shit pay me
Rumors come and go, so I stay in a room presidential lately
Top of the roof, if a nigga start hating
Talk that shit, I aim for debating
Man I swear the game got so Clay Aiken
Bought a new crib, your bitch says it's spacious, Hagh
Ride to the motha fucken money (yeah)
Man I swear this shit about nothing (yeah)
Why you niggas ballin on a budget
Boy don’t get close, I press that button mothafucka
Leave a nigga roughed up, David Ruffin, Hagh
Niggas washed up, start scrubbing
Nigga get you covered in some clovers
You're an unlucky, mothafucka
Don’t be fuckin wit a young nigga
That’s T-Many, one fuckin problem
Really monsters need a doctor
I’m the sickest nigga bout it
No deciding, just a silence
On the sizzle, P90
Kill yourself like you're in college
It’s finals; cocky
Bitch don’t fight it (uhh)
Viam turn to violence (uhh)
Cash money party, guess you broke niggas ain’t invited
Got a bad bitch riding
She dumb but she get knowledge
I ain’t come to be vibing but my personality vibrant
I’m in love wit nobody, white bitches they hotties
Hop up off my crotch, I’m the shit, need a potty
She lucky she with me
Unlike them other niggas, I got it
T la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

[Hook x2: Tyga]
Fuck nigga, get yo bands up
Fuck nigga, get yo bands up
Fuck nigga, get yo bands up
We getting money, we turnt up

[Verse 2: Honey Cocaine]
Yellow bitch and I got this
It’s that black market, I’m shopping (uhh)
Last Kings and we bossing
Well I’m the first queen there’s no option (uhh)
I heard they hating, I don’t give a fuck
Tell 'em to fuck and suck on my cunt
Bitch get some dick cus you doing too much
I’m getting mine and enough ain’t enough
Getting richer
Money perfect picture
Oh no, I ain’t messing at the studio with your ninja
Top the name, I diss her
Kill your bitch, you gon' miss her
Bring that body shop and now watch that coffin fit her
Funeral home, bring you to the zone
Get you and your crew, or just you alone
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t take no breaks
Body your ho put her in her place
Now I’m out (uhh)
Don't try it at your house
Young gold Asian, and they know what I’m 'bout, bitch

[Hook: Tyga]