Tyga

[fox69]

"RIP Dolla"

"RIP Dolla"


[2Pac:]
I shine and no one else shines, I think everybody shines in different things
I know how to go to that true spot in myself because I'm there everyday
I can be me, I can be whoever because I'm true to me
I can go to neutral easy, a lot of people black, white, mexican, young, old, fat or skinny
Have a problem being true to themselves

Dolla Bill and Tyga man, I call that comradery
Dolla Bill and Tyga man, I call that comradery
Dolla Bill and Tyga man, I call that comradery
Dolla Bill and Tyga man
Dolla Bill rest in peace

Dolla Bill and Tyga man, I call that comradery
Dolla Bill and Tyga man, I call that comradery
Dolla Bill and Tyga man, I call that comradery
Dolla Bill and Tyga man
Dolla Bill rest in peace (rest in peace)

Reportin live from a good soul [?] Roderick
I met Dolla, spirited piece I know you're watchin'
Carried his coffin, dearly departed young artist
Who said it loudly, losing was never a damn option
First met my nigga we was up in Arizona
Told him I got some bitches for you up in California
Never knew May 18th you'd be in California
I swear to God, God go get them niggas homie

Cases only, if they hit and we make bail, we may bail
Then landed up in ATL, club dream [?]
She was like "what's that mean?" (what's that mean?)
Something like a secret society
And I was up the street, I wish you would've called me
Shoutout for T money, the gang EMT
Sending my condolences from Young money GED

Dolla Bill and Tyga man, I call that comradery
Dolla Bill and Tyga man, I call that comradery
Dolla Bill and Tyga man, I call that comradery
Dolla Bill and Tyga man
Dolla Bill rest in peace [x3]

 

[fox69]

"Rumorz"
(feat. Chris Brown)

"Rumorz"
(feat. Chris Brown)



[Tyga:]
Rumor has it that I'm armed
Somebody should have told them
When the cash starts flowing and the hands start reaching
You read the contract your man ain't breaching
Uh, and rumor has it
The jeweler wants his money
But I'm out here rocking all my chains, real chunky
Real comfy, and rumor has it when I hit the club hoes go dummy
And rumor has it, I'm doing magic
David Blaine, diamonds in the hat trick
Rumor has it, thought you had it
How is that true when I have it?
Yeah, yeah

[Chris Brown (Tyga):]
Look at all these rumors, uh
Surrounding me everyday
I just need some time
Some time to get away
(Can't see the time in the Rollie face?)
From all these rumors
I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know
I'll be in the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors

[Tyga:]
Uh, rumor has it, I'm a hazard
Don't give me no Hennessy, I might make some enemies
And rumor has it, I'm going broke, it's all smoke and mirrors
What happens when you smoke huh?
You start to see shit, start to believe shit
Can't read me, cause you believe what you read bitch
And rumor has it I need you for me to make it happen
You believe that shit, you really smoking crack then
Came up from a small room packed in
Used to drink out the tap, now I'm tapped in
And rumor has it I'mma die rich
Yeah, me and all my stacks in my casket, cramped in
Rumor has it there's a rumor 'bout me
They don't know what to do about me
And rumor has it there's a rumor 'bout you
You a bitch ass nigga and I know it's true
Yeah, yeah

[Chris Brown (Tyga):]
Look at all these rumors, uh
Surrounding me everyday
I just need some time
Some time to get away
(Can't see the time in the Rollie face?)
From all these rumors
I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know
I'll be in the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Oh my, oh my
Look at all these rumors, oh

[Chris Brown:]
Rumor has it that a nigga brazy
If you was me then you would do the same thing
And I've been winning, everybody gonna attack me
Stop acting like these niggas like me
And I done fucked around and had a baby
I was running 'round pussy crazy
All these rumors, spreading like
You know I

Look at all these rumors, uh
Surrounding me everyday
I just need some time
Some time to get away
From all these rumors
I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know
I'll be in the girl next door
Look at all these rumors, uh
That's in front of me everyday
I just need some time
Some time to get away
From all these rumors
I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know
I'll be in the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors

 

[fox69]

"Scandal"

"Scandal"


[Chorus:]
Yeah
They tryna put another scandal on me
They tryna get a better handle on me
They hate the way a nigga swaggin' on 'em
All this Cartier and Chanel I'm rockin'
All this Libertine you see me in
I put you on swag and you poppin'
I put you on swag and you poppin'
Look how them cameras is watchin'
They tryna put another scandal on me
They tryna get a better handle on me
They hate the way a nigga swaggin' on 'em
All this Cartier and Chanel I'm rockin'
You gon' hold me down and leave in them Céline sandals I bought you?
You gon' hold me down and leave with the rings on your hands I got you?

Tryna put another scandal on me
Tryna make an example of me
It's time to make an example of me
I'm droppin' 4 when the Phantom [?]
Gotta take care of the family
And my family's family
Me and my man's is family
That means it's [?]
They tryna put another scandal on me
Yeah, in the tabloids with the flannel on me
They hate the way these diamonds dancin' on me
I'm the reincarnated Michael Jackson
Now they tryna put a scandal on me
Say she young, she was askin' for it
She was askin' for it, I had the answers for her
All I wanna do is tell my story
They tryna put another scandal on me
Fuck the game dawg, it's scandalous
Fuck the game dawg, I swear it's shady
I'm at the beach underneath the cabana
They tryna put another scandal on me
I'm married to the money, that's matrimony

[Chorus]

Tryna put another scandal on me
Judge wanna drop the gavel on me
I know these niggas wanna ransom note me
These days I keep [?] on me
They tryna put another scandal on me
Wanna see me scramble like Randall, homie
Cunningham only thing runnin' his numbers, fam
Still gettin' cash flowin'
They tryna put another scandal on me
More money, more courtrooms
Goin' on my fourth lawsuit
Just bought my fourth Lanvin suit
They tryna put another scandal on me
Fuck the game dawg, it's scandalous
I love my fans, but the game is shady
I do it for y'all, try to understand it
They tryna put another scandal on me
Some of these rappers corny
Some of these rappers real
When I know they feel me, that's mandatory
They tryna put another scandal on me
I'm married to the money, that's matrimony
The chemistry is natural, homie

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Shaka Zulu"

"Shaka Zulu"


Looking at myself, I see the man, nigga
I'mma call it like I say it, I'mma call you bitch made nigga
All of this is not to entertain niggas
I got held up at the light reaching for my switchblade, nigga
Poppers on a Spanish with the gauge, nigga
If I tell you that the babysitter's dead, don't play, nigga
Reach inside your pockets, dial H, nigga
If you need help with pressure, don't drive this way, nigga
You know I got schizophrenic tendencies
I dream of porn stars and pouring gas on my enemies
If I get a check, I'm not the vet
I'm a dawg ass nigga looking for a hot bitch

Shaka Zulu with the new do with the TEC
This is not a purchase, everyday life shit
I've been praying for your downfall, man
But all I see is bad bitches coming down the hill, damn
Shaka Zulu new do with the TEC
Don't tell anybody that the babysitter's dead
And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead
How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect

She bowed to her knees, want forgiveness
But all I could think about was coming out of speakers
She a fun girl living on the edge
Poppa ran a hedge fund, all his daughter do is give head
Said he had it up to head and neck
Don't you point the thing at me, it could go off offside your head
Temple to the brain, now he dead
That's a life learned lesson, never stress over bullshit
Wasn't even her why he did it
But he found his wife with his daughter's boyfriend, nigga damn
That's some fucked shit over sex
These bitches overrated and I judge 'em like "who next?"

Temple to the brain from the TEC
Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead
And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead
How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect, nigga
Shaka Zulu new do with the TEC
Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead
And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead
How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect, nigga

Six weeks, had to vacate
Ain't a resident in sight, just a beach, making sex tapes
Sure, say the shit to my face
She gon' get me off, nigga, like bug spray
Bitches all fake and fanatics, causing ruckus with a ratchet
Don't you put that on your loved ones, you are not my level pattern
This is Pacquiao and pack it peddle faster like a Flintstone
On a roll, full of ashes, we just run you, this the legion
Zulu, it's all gone
Zulu, forever perished
Ten bedrooms in the palace
But your Playboy bunny's ears full of carrots, I told y'all

Shaka Zulu new do with the TEC
Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead
And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead
How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect, nigga
Temple to the brain from the TEC
Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead
And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead
How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect, nigga
Temple to the brain from the TEC
I go temple to the brain from the TEC
Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, nigga

Glory be, lord to be
Fashion so fucking unorderly
Move accordingly, don't order me
You poorer than me, more can afford the fee
Word to Meek, 100 in the dungarees
Who claim the game, we're young living like Meek
Click on the tee, Lord of Rings, you order me
Theatric fairytale's become extinct
Fuck the peace, I put a piece on my neck
'Bout the size of a Complex magazine
I'm not for sale, I bought your dreams
Leonardo DaVinci, the Bentley boost my self-esteem
Bitches cling like the chain already been doing the same thing
I mean this gold for press, G
I'm tryna bob and weave, why you chasing me?
I'm on my victory lap, can't you see?

Temple to the brain from the TEC
Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, nigga
I go temple to the brain from the TEC
Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, nigga

 

[fox69]

"She Goin' Up"
(with Chris Brown)

"She Goin' Up"
(with Chris Brown)



[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Now usually I don't do this
But a nigga wanna trip so I'ma take a nigga's bitch
Yeah, got 200 on the dash
A couple hundreds in my pocket but my credit card rich
Every night is somethin' different
I started poppin' pills with no prescription
24/7 on a mission
I'm the man with these bitches, if you watchin', pay attention
You shoulda left her in the kitchen
Now she cookin' up my mama's favorite dishes
She used to kiss it for you, now she swallow me
Now she missin', got your nigga reminiscin'
Why you textin'? She complainin', you be stressin'
With your weak ass cuffin', said she feel like she arrested
I told her, "do better", said she's open for suggestions
I said, "Come over to the crib and put your panties on my dresser"
And I don't really care
I know shit gon' hit the fan like a booty in the air
I'm with her, fuckin' up the sheets now
If your nigga bring his ass over here he gettin' beat down
Pause, nigga don't act like we boys
I bought a strap from a d-boy, my trap house got three floors
Better not fuck around with me, boy
That bullet wound gon' keloid, why you mad, nigga?

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer
Red Bottoms up right now
Got a nigga mad cause she seen your bitch chose up
Not you, made her life, brand new
She actin', brand new
Your girl goin' up, goin' up right now

[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
Pussy open, yours two doors
Legs up like Aventador
Raw nigga to the core
Money long, boy broke niggas gon' snore
And I'm fresh out the store
I just bought it cause I'm bored
All up on the news in my new girl couture
They don't sell that at Nordstroms, imported, important
Tax out the border, the cash flow enormous
Dubai and endorsements, sources and foursomes
Got a bad bitch, so she touring, I got money on my lap
Pistol on my back, steaks on my tab
Fuck you know about that? 500 hundred on the Lamb'
Goin' up, yeah, I'm pourin' up
She took too much, now she throwin' up
Came out the top and I'm blazin'
Worldwide, nigga, it's amazin'

[Hook]

[Bridge - Chris Brown:]
Screamin' loud, they gon' call the popos on us
She putting shit up her nose, she in love with the coco
Dámelo that ass goin' loco
And I ain't gon' interrupt her dancin'
Cause she turnin' up right now
Do your thing, we gon' party all night long, baby
I'ma do what he won't do
I bet he won't sing to you
He don't even got a ring for you
I got you, girl
I'ma make you hit them notes: "ooh, ooh"
When I'm in and out, baby don't let go

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Show You"
(feat. Future)

"Show You"
(feat. Future)



Yeah, yeah,

[Hook: Future & Tyga]
I’m just now getting to know you
There is a thing I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There Is a lot I wanna tell you
(No doubt, no doubt)
I'm so scared of failure
There Is a thing I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There's something I wanna show you
(Show you off, show you off)
There Is a lot I wanna tell you
(No doubt, no doubt)
I'm so scared of failure
(Don't wanna let it all out, yeah)

[Verse 1: Tyga]
That pussy mine, that's anytime
And I get it when I call
She said, couldn't pick a better time
I know it's early, just got back in town
I'mma be there in a minute, drop that towel and it's going down
Pull up on your block, all the neighbours watch
Little things, tell you you're pretty, know you get that a lot
Eyes from a distance, his and hers, gold watch
Everybody seen you with them now them heels, sold out
I invest that time, I respect your grind
Don't keep each other in the dark,cause the sun won't shine
Don't wanna rush it right, but that ass fine
But for now let's just vibe, cause

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I see you working on your body, getting ready for summer
I just got a new phone, and I lost your number
But I'mma get it, cause it's that important
Had to hit up your so called 'friends', man, them bitches annoying
I'm on the road, tell me what you're doing
I got that dough love for you, don't let it ruin
How about you come see LA like a Bruin
Focus on on what we got going, not what everybody else doing
Friday, Friday, party like it's your birthday
They on the same thing and we changed up, they thirsty
Drop the top, California never rains
I feel your love and pain, it's crazy babe, 'cause

[Hook]

[Bridge: Future]
It's like you up and walked in my life out of nowhere
(Where you come from?)
And if I lie to you today girl, that wouldn't be fair (I see)
I wanna take you around the globe
Let me show you off everywhere
(Freebandz)
And eventually I want us to take you there
Oh, yeah

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Slow It Down"

"Slow It Down"


[CHORUS]
Now that shorties in my bedroom saying "what should we do?"
I said "hey, don't slow it down"
Now that shorties up in my place saying do it her way
I said "hey, don't slow it down"
Slow it dooooown. [x4]

Uh, gotta find her.
Thought to my mind, don't wanna be lonely tonight
Whatever

[VERSE 1]
Stepped out, threw my diamond s sweater
On to the grocery, quarter eleven
The aisles with the beverages, 347
Seen two college chicks, why you gigglin?
I asked, they said "you be on television"
"Wait, your Tyga, my friend wants a picture"
So you live close by? Next thing I'm looking in her eyes

[CHORUS]
Now that shorties in my bedroom saying "what should we do?"

I said "hey, don't slow it down"
Now that shorties up in my place saying do it her way
I said "hey, don't slow it down"
Slow it dooooown. [x4]

Uh, gotta find her.
Thought to my mind, don't wanna be lonely tonight
Whatever

[VERSE 2]
Later on, hit the club. I'm chillen
Funny how time flies when you in it
Valet Bentley, gently tinted
Seen misses, she use to stay in my building
Ten fifty
God, never seen you in a dress before
So you moved? Where to?
"To the hills of Hollywood, you should come.. visit.. soon"

[CHORUS]
Now that shorties in my bedroom saying "what should we do?"

I said "hey, don't slow it down"
Now that shorties up in my place saying do it her way
I said "hey, don't slow it down"
Slow it dooooown. [x4]

[BREAKDOWN]
hoooou, ooooooh (no need to rush it, ya know)
So take your time
As the one for me
So ease your mind
As the one for me

[VERSE 3]
Uhh, I'm feeling better already
We've been steady
Put a diamond lump on your damn pinkie
I do miss you, just been busy
Do you miss me?
How bout I come get you?

[CHORUS]
Now that shorties in my bedroom saying "what should we do?"
I said "hey, don't slow it down"
Now that shorties up in my place saying do it her way
I said "hey, don't slow it down"
Slow it dooooown. [x4]

 

[fox69]

"Snapbacks Back"
(feat. Chris Brown)

"Snapbacks Back"
(feat. Chris Brown)



[Hook x2]
Snapbacks Back, Snapback Back
That’s all these niggas saying, I brought Snapbacks back
I’m a fresh as nigga, bitches know I’m the shit
25 for my belt, nigga get off my dick

[Verse 1: Tyga]
I brought the snapback back, snapback back
Man all these niggas foul like hack-a-Shaq
Nigga racks on racks, my bitch ass so fat
Yo bitch booty like a pancake, flat flapjack
I make your dollars collapse trail low in the strap
Shells big as a turtle Master Splinter to rap
Spin you like Urkel your body hanging from fat
Thought you was sharper than tacks, get you thrown like some jacks
All these bitches with these tassels on their titties tryna tax
I don’t give a fuck if none of yall don’t rap
I could pull a bitch just turning my back
Who knew that, venus trap
Flyest nigga in the class
Goyard bag, see that tag?
I could pay your rent all year boy
Yo mama know, your cousin, sister brother and your mama know
Your cousin, sister brother and your mama know
Your cousin, sister brother and your mama know
Bitch, your granny know nigga

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Leggo, snapback back, put V.A. on the map
I’m a young nigga, heartthrob, girls cardiac
I got your girls all on my dick
Yeah them chickens giving me neck, nigga
You ain’t talkin bout shit
Fuck your city, press eject
Too busy coughing up them hairballs
Fur coat, Bear dog
Spray these niggas like aerosol
And fuck them old niggas: Geritol
Hold up, snapback on
Champagne MCM backpack on
Lucky that my situation in this probation
Won’t even let me strap that tome
My condo ain't no hotter, I be right at home
What you mean nigga I’m coherant
Steez out with my D out and you wonder
Why your shorty be disappearing
Ha-Ha I brought the snapback back
Last kings and them Ti$as yeah they sell like crack
You got no car insurance, no Ray Bans
This Geico, caveman
First of the month you do a praise dance
Like I’m moving on up, Aye man
Stop that, drop a hat in the club
They gon be like that nigga on drugs
Get more respect in L.A. than you do

[Hook x2]
Snapbacks Back, Snapback Back
That’s all these niggas saying, I brought Snapbacks back
I’m a fresh as nigga, bitches know I’m the shit
25 for my belt, nigga get off my dick

 

[fox69]

"Spitfire"

"Spitfire"


I'm a young, 24 year old nigga
I come to take this game and bring it to me
We gon' be here
Ain't no fly by night nigga
We gon' be here two years, three years
I got this shit

Wire taps, y'all some grown liars
I'm Julius with Cleo betting on my empire
I'm busy in the jet, like a Spitfire
Grandiose in the house, looking like Granada
I'm pops to your daughter's daughter
Want my head like Pompeii, the Roman rider
I write you off like a speed infraction
I'm through with all the talking
Your misery got bad company
Fuck all y'all been
It's A-OK, symbolic
All the shit I embody
You might get shot but Johnny's driving nice cars
Tryna park it, don't you holla if it ain't my Gualla
Growing up where I'm from, iPhone to get you towed on
Located in bankroll, my niggas weight the dome
The shit I've waited for ever since Brenda Song
Told you that I'd make-make it home, motherfuckers
This ain't no ball game, mad ruckus
More like the Rucker, more like Christchurch, mother
Teresa cash, credit and visas
Not the car, but the passport feature
Need the passport if you're riding with the asshole
Tell her no bags, we shopping on tour, freak
We make a nice cold week and if you ass caught creeping
I'm balanced on the poppers, if I stop won't tell who dropping
I'm topic of discussion when it's who young with the money
I'm here, motherfuckers
I hear my name from the bleachers
But I'm too busy reaching
Looking up to deceased kings
Long live the last king, Martin had a dream

And it's me
Busy in the jet like a spitfire
Julius built my empire
Y'all some grown liars
Y'all some grown liars
Busy in the jet like a spitfire
Julius built my empire
Y'all some grown liars
Y'all some grown liars

 

[fox69]

"Splatter"

"Splatter"


It’s that one shot splatter, burst, splatter gun, wrap
Tighter, tighter, tap dance off a ladder, leave my nuts splattered
On an apparatus, you's a faggot
Fat fuck her in the pansy; Vatican assassin
Your jaw bone inside a jar like molasses
Paranoia on you cause it’s blood on your fabric
Bitch stretched out backseat of a Navi
Holding your breath, cold sweats, nerve spasms
I’m sick, damn, it's the others
Couldn't save the bitch, killed the brother
Lesbians, two mothers, no need for rubbers
Red skin leather couch, couldn’t see a puddle
You’re not in my game, you’re too late for the huddle
I’m humble, get buried by the weight; shovel
All about my cake like a funnel
I knew that shit
I’ve seen this shit all happen, but I’ve never been a witness
Problem might die, but I’ll never been forgiven
Purchases came, can't cop it if it's already driven
Cop like calls, winds low
Front seat, never let go
Let them things fly like seagulls
You gonna feel it in the air like Sigel, nigga
When them shots - bang
Pick a condo, pick a condom
Fuck a bitch; man it ain't bout nothing
And she ain't bout nothing, then I’m done after nothing
Thank you for your time, and let her leave, fuck it