Tyga

[fox69]

"Tatted Like A Cholo"

"Tatted Like A Cholo"


[Tyga laughs]
Tyga.
GED.
Tatted up.

T.Y.G.A. Basically gotta cremate me 'cause I'm fly 'til I die
If I lie, then I die
With a swagger so loud
Then one guy who says the sky's the limit times 5
I ain't playin' games
I just coach nigga's from the side
I ain't sayin' names
They say the tape was really mine
So gimme' that back
My tight game,language, and all that swag
Thank you!
Your look's, more square then gamecube,
Nintendo O, I got a Nintendo flo'
Super overdosed on cheat codes
Now I just superman them hos
And tell them I'm a G
2 of 'em didn't know I'm so bent, like a broken nose
My chest so lit like an optimal
...!
Put it in your ... with no clothes
I'm so blown people leave me alone
Wait, hos can't leave me alone
Cause my salary and everything is bigger then every average house and its capacity
Blunts on tracks, you can capture me
Speakin' like malcom with batteries
Plus I'm,

[Chorus:]
Tatted like a cholo
Nigga' my neck
Tatted up
Yeah my face
Tatted up
Yeah my chest
Tatted up
Uh uh
Tatted like a cholo
Yeah my neck
Tatted up
That's my face
Tatted up
That's my chest
Tatted up
Uh uh
Tatted like a cholo

All up in my BI, girls be
I ain't T.I., bitch you don't know me
Think they got all of my info
Cause I spit it on instrumentals
I was just playin' witcha mentals
You got feeling, I might feel 'em
From my grill, them might grill 'em
Don't hit on me, might kill ya
And be chillin while you ...
They give me head and say it taste like lemon
Let me head to my ear like killa say
You beef with him till your limb turn the color red
And I be goin', mighty gone
Michael vicks dogs, they eatcha flesh, umm
Don't know what it means
But it sounds good on the song
Ahh fuck it, call it flat
I got a spare one on the back
Fresh outta jessies wit a fresh tat
Cause I'm,

[Chorus:]
Tatted like a cholo
Nigga' my neck
Tatted up
Yeah my face
Tatted up
Yeah my chest
Tatted up
Uh uh
Tatted like a cholo
Yeah my neck
Tatted up
That's my face
Tatted up
That's my chest
Tatted up
Uh uh
Tatted like a cholo

 

[fox69]

"Teach Me How To Freestyle"

"Teach Me How To Freestyle"


They be like T-Raw
Motherfucka why you raw?
Know why cause I don't give a fuck at all
Still RIP beats
No flaws one verse one hearse
They be like T-Raw
Motherfucka why you raw?
Know why cause I don't give a fuck at all
Still RIP beats
No flaws one verse one hearse, funeral is 12 bars
12, midnight girls suck me off
All my blood homies call her vampire jaw
She look like an angel so I might be god
In the locker room dawg
She gettin' lock jaw aww
Betty to boop betty to boop
Gimme the loop, gimme the loop
BIG in a suit
GI Joe Tygaman, army shorts, red chucks
No shirt, young nigga tatted up
N-gaaaaa I go gum
Count my cash throw the ones
Being famous is so fun
Yea I do it, it can't be done
So pay attention
Hello my name is Dr Green-Thumb
Pillow flow niggas too soft
If your Rolli tick tock
Then that shit didn't cost
Put some vs in my watch now it's water off a duck
No problemo, bitches let me fuck
Yea I spent a G on lunch
Mr. chow-bow-down
Like a nigga got a hunch
Hunch back benley coupe
Brown leather like a blunt
You can have her heart
I just want the cunt
Please excuse my manners
I'm a eat the beat, and make the track vanish
Flow flow crazy the so outlandish
I can't fuck yo girl, I got standards
Niggas gay, Adam Lambert
They went broke, MC Hammer
Big booty bitch I'm a pants her
Hop up on that dick and she turn into
Biggity bounce 40 ounce
40 inch ass damn
Let me pull my ruler out
Let me do that in yo mouth
Grab a towel spit it out
Now I gotta go
Go gotta do a show

 

[fox69]

"The Feelin'"

"The Feelin'"


Niggas want interviews, wanna ask me how I feel, how this feel, how I feel
Nigga I ain't D'Angelo, I'm droppin' new shit all the time, play my shit
Yeah, all that shit right there bruh bruh

Ahh, don't ask me how I feel to hear these clowns hating
Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day
Ask me how I feel to hop in a wraith and skate, and now I'm leaving State
Don't ask me how I feel to know these clowns fake
Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day
I ain't spend a twenty in a minute, I been breaking hundreds in
Keep the change, cause I will fuck your change baby

Since I jumped in the game ain't fun I been the same don't jump in my lane baby
Told you I was bussin' out the bag, finna fuck up some change baby
Spent a lump on the gang we all stunt we the same this my muh-fuckin' name baby
It's T-Raww so you know I'm going raw, I'm finna fuck up the game baby
My momma told me stop buying jewelry cause it's too much bling but there's no such thing
I got a lil bitch on the west, all she do is suck me, she's my lil suck ting
I got a lil bitch on the east, all she do is fuck me, she's my lil fuck ting
When we hook up on the southside put 'em both together they my lil slut ting
All my bitches undefeated, all my niggas run the city, all my enemies tell 'em come and get me
Don't ask me how I feel to hear a nigga speak my name, ask me how I let the fuel in the Bentley
Don't ask me how I feel to know these niggas resent me
Ask me how I feel to know all these hoes can't resist me, ooh
And fuck your interview I'm too busy getting busy

Don't ask me how I feel to hear these clowns hating
Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day
Ask me how I feel to hop in a Wraith and skate, and now I'm leaving state
Don't ask me how I feel to know these clowns fake
Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day
I ain't spend a twenty in a minute, I been breaking hundreds in
Keep the change, cause I will fuck your change baby

Out in Saint Tropez nigga ask me how I feel, is the wind warm, is the champagne chill?
Shit I just wanna chill, on a yacht making bills
I could've been a Chef, I know how to make a meal
I'm eating with my gang think my last name Gates cause I always pay the Bill
And I put my niggas on nigga ask me how it feel
They rollies ain't tickin' all my niggas getting splinters cause they drippin' wood will
Niggas talkin' beef I got a few OG's that'll throw you on the grill
Give me that mouth, I'll give you them shoes, she head over heels
Niggas in them interviews been the truth, never get the truth tho
You know how I do, get all my shit new, that's why I'm always in the news yo
Here's a question, where the fuck was you when I was sleepin' on a futon
So fuck a interview cause you fuckin' up my view dawg

Don't ask me how I feel to hear these clowns hating
Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day
Ask me how I feel to hop in a Wraith and skate, and now I'm leaving State
Don't ask me how I feel to know these clowns fake
Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day
I ain't spend a twenty in a minute, I been breaking hundreds in
Keep the change, cause I will fuck your change baby

Would you rather know how it feel, to cop your mom a house on the hills
Fish tanks with the sharks and the eels, just enough cash, that all your pains heal
Would you ever ever ever know how it feels, [?] champagne and let it spill
Ever heard Bun B tell you you trill, it's a [?] 'bout to tell you how it feel
Would you ever ever ever know how it feel?
Probably not
Would you ever ever ever know how it feel?
Probably not
Probably not

 

[fox69]

"The Letter"
(feat. Esty)

"The Letter"
(feat. Esty)



Tell me when to stop... [x4]
Tell me when to stop... [x4]

[Bridge: Esty]
In the haze we lose, conscious of it all
In the haze we fall, could of had it all
In the haze we lose, conscious of it all
In the haze we lose, conscious of it all

[Verse 1: Esty]
To be honest, I know now
You don't just see, it's not the way you planned it in your mind
I know you do, I know you do
In all honesty there's a time and place you could let me know I'll listen,
I know what to do, you know what to say, tell me what it is you feel
Don't be shy, don't be shy

[Hook: Esty]
I'm testing you like you testing me
I'm testing you while you testing me, I know
I'm testing you like you testing me (Oooh I)
I'm testing you like you testing me,
I know (I know, I know)
I know (I know)
I know (I know)
I know it and you know it that I know
I know (I know)

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Uh, watching the stars
On a yellow brick road like the Wizard of Oz
Ain't no workin titles for this little thing of ours
I tell you the game like I'm Robert Steiner
Put roses on my neck, rose petal massages
I kiss you down low but I let you decide
I get behind you like you're making dirty wine
Get you a glass of muscato, that's yo favorite wine
And I... know
Can't hold yo prop cause it's yours
Like Versace models you'll be dipped in leather
You my bread and butter, let's toast
And I... hope
Like Shepard's Fairey we can fly canaries
Obey my presence, you are a blessing
I am a reverend so start confessing

[Bridge: Esty]
In the haze we lose, conscious of it all
In the haze we fall, could of had it all
In the haze we lose, conscious of it all
In the haze we lose, could of had it all

[Hook: Esty]
I'm testing you like you testing me
I'm testing you while you testing me, I know
I'm testing you like you testing me (Oooh I)
I'm testing you like you testing me,
I know (I know, I know)
I know (I know)
I know (I know)
I know it and you know it that I know
I know (I know)

 

[fox69]

"The Motto (Remix)"
(feat. Lil Wayne & Tyga)

"The Motto (Remix)"
(feat. Lil Wayne & Tyga)



[Drake:]
I’m the fuckin man, you don’t get it do ya?
Type of money everybody acting like they knew ya
Go Uptown, New York City Biiitch
Some Spanish girls love me like I’m Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke I’m out in Miami too
Clubbing hard, Fuckin’ women ain’t much to do

Wrist blang, got a condo up in Biscayne
Still getting brain from a thang, ain’t shit changed
How you feel? how you feel? how you feel?
Twenty five sittin’ on 25 mil uhh
I’m in the building and I’m feeling myself
Rest in peace Mac Dre, I’mma do it for the Bay, okay
Getting paid well holla whenever that stop
My team good, we don’t really need a mascot
Tell Tune “light one, pass it like a relay”
YMCMB you niggas more YMCA
Me, Freddie, Marley Marl at the cribbo
Shout goes out to Niko, Jay and Chubbo, shout to Gibo
We got Santa Margarita by the liter
She know even if I'm fuckin with her, I don’t really need her
Aohhh, That’s how you feel man?
That’s really how you feel?
Cause the pimpin’ ice cold, all these bitches wanna chill
I mean maybe she won’t
Then again maybe she will
I can almost guarantee she know the deal,
Real nigga what's up?

[Drake - Chorus:]
Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once: that’s the motto nigga YOLO and
We bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin’ on the bench, nigga we don’t really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can’t see 'em 'cause the money in the way
Real nigga what's up?

[Lil Wayne:]
One, time fuck one time
I’m calling niggas out like the umpire
Seven, grams in the blunt
Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt
It’s Eastside, we in this bitch
Wish a nigga would like a tree in this bitch
And if a leaf fall put some weed in that bitch
That’s my MO add a B to that shit
I’m fucked up, torn down
I’m twisted: door knob
Talk stupid, off with your head!
Nigga money talks and Mr Ed! Yea!
I’m so Young Money got a drum on the gun
Energizer bunny
Funny how honey ain’t sweet like sugar
Ain’t shit sweet niggas on the street like hookers
I tongue kiss her other tongue
Skeet skeet skeet: water gun
Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt! Tunechi

[Drake - Chorus:]
Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once: that’s the motto nigga YOLO and
We bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin on the bench, nigga we don’t really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can’t see 'em 'cause the money in the way
Real nigga what's up what's up what's up

[Tyga:]
T Raw, skinny nigga big balls
Fuck around get dragged, Ru Paul
You a funny little nigga, Duval
Out of this world, Total Recall
Call a bitch raw dick let her see-saw
Sorta like a donkey like an ass nigga he-haw
Ridin round in the 'rari with the top off
While you in the window man I'm probably on my next car
Ay! Mighty duck with the ice on
Real L.A. nigga trucks with the gun drawn
Drawin on your face you a clown jack in the box
Boy that's your bop she my new poom poom star
Stars in the back and my homies they don't act
Actin brand new fuck her never call her back
Matt Forte got the bitch running back
Man that's the motto you ain't know it's like that?

[Drake - Chorus:]
Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once: that’s the motto nigga YOLO and
We bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin on the bench, nigga we don’t really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can’t see 'em 'cause the money in the way
Real nigga what's up what's up what's up

 

[fox69]

"The Potential"

"The Potential"


I'm Rodney Ramen and I'll be your host this evening. (Hey, don't throw that shit on stage.)
Tonight we got a young gentleman all the way from uhh, Los Angeles
I like the way how that beat just rides...pause
The guy is making his way from Compton, California and uhh, the guy has a lot of swagger
You know, you might have seen him around, maybe never seen him before.
But he has definitely got a lot of potential and he is here to show it tonight
Introducing Tyga Tyga

Picture cash baby born how the duffel bag
How to ride a moment don't make my temperature mad (No!)
Flickin' my past admire all the shit that I done had
Thinkin' I'm really reppin' my city without a flag
Carry-ons, earphones, MCM bag
Elderlies mad as we all sitting first class
Look over shoulder laugh, family matter chatting, did I do that?
Imagine Urkel with a little swag
Barely grown and already these bitches gettin' old
Fettichini flow, let my words twist around the folk
Make you eat it like a dyke to a lesbian
Oh, the lady will get it after the show
Oh oh, protection for sexual, ah ah, thought you knew, nigga I'm passive
Proof, and you lookin' broke
Got for your diamonds same color cantaloupe
My life an episode so expect a fucking show

["The potential" is repeated x5 while Tyga speaks:]
I remember this one time though when i was like 11, and
Um i use to work with this one producer out here in LA
And he use to make me write shit over and over again
And I would be like damn. Like I use to feel like not
Good enough, like my bars wasn't ready. But it wasn't
That, they just wanted the potential that I had. You
Know what I'm sayin'? So they just like kept making me
Write it over and over and shit, you feel me?

Any minute I could lose the momentum
Lord forgive all my days I have spent sinnin'
Show my momma love, with a key and red ribbon
A freedom writer even niggas up in jail feel him
Pause, my miracle bars will leave your mind in prison
Now what you was thinking can't even think you can you nigga
New Orleans they scream for the beads on cameras
Up in the dorm hours before performance on campus
How could you not be famous? Too much managers can't even manage
Shout out to at money, he do the managing
While I fresh like Irish Spring
Obviously, I'm what the crowd came to see
Tyga not Tyrese
What you can sing, every melody and on a beat
Had the beach water money fold like laundry, honestly
Don't lie to me F
Uck around and write your will right in your drivers seat
Fucking with them G.E.D. boys

So like, years years later they announce to me, that I
Got an opportunity and chance, and it was like, who
Wouldn't like it at first, and I thought all of that
Hard work was going to pay off, but it really didn't
Because people wasn't biting onto it, but I think they
Just knew the potential I had, but they just wanted
Better from me. But thank God for listening

Everybody make some noise. Come on clap it up! The guy
Has potential. I am Rodney and I'll see you next monday
Night

 

[fox69]

"This Is Like"
(feat. Robin Thicke)

"This Is Like"
(feat. Robin Thicke)



[Intro: Robin Thicke]
All white linen
Riding till the sun comes down
See that we living like woah-oh-oh

[Hook: Robin Thicke (x2)]
This is like riding through the city
With the ocean in the background
This is like flying in Paris
What your girl say now
Party down

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Uhh, B-side, baby parlay
Waterfront top back, coupe with a fade
Tonight is ours, paper city, red ruby
You looking fine, as beautiful as one could ever be
Tires spinning, fast cars, fast women
And I just wanna get a night with a happy ending
The yacht life, hear the splash, so much class
Lift your glass, make a toast, we around the map
His and hers, Hermes bags, left the tag
All real love shit, with a scrub
Chillin’ on top, get away, just a flight
Living life, this is what it’s like

[Hook: Robin Thicke (x2)]
This is like riding through the city
With the ocean in the background
This is like flying in Paris
What your girl say now
Party down

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Uhh, she’s so relentless, body of a Goddess
Gotta take her higher
Rain through my window pane, she the fire to my flame
Good aim, put your heart where the sky is
It’s cold down there but it’s lonely up here
The world’s so cold you gonna need a Montclair
Don’t mind stare, when I look at you it’s all clear
Tryna keep it together and ball like Rothstein
4-Seas, car clean, Harleys
I’m from the gold-era, my jewels is Gili
A party ain’t a party if it ain’t all night
Living life, this is what it’s like

[Hook: Robin Thicke (x2)]
This is like riding through the city
With the ocean in the background
This is like flying in Paris
What your girl say now
Party down

[Bridge: Robin Thicke]
Like the film that you’ve never seen before
Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor
This is like love, that you can never get
From nobody else, woah-oh-oh
This is like woah…
This is like woah…
This is like woah…
This is like…

[Verse 3: Tyga]
All John Blaze, collar shirts, school days
On stage, a hundred thou, two days
Looking down on top from where the stars stay
Reservoir and back guards in the entry way
I’m young and wild and I charm our old mother
Invited your young daughter, I’m known across waters
Horses in the stable, Ferrari ‘cause I’m able
Whole life I’ve been waiting

[Hook: Robin Thicke (x2)]
This is like riding through the city
With the ocean in the background
This is like flying in Paris
What your girl say now
Party down

[Outro: Robin Thicke]
This is like riding…
This is like flying…
This is like love…

 

[fox69]

"Throw It Up"

"Throw It Up"


[Pre-Hook:]
Got 100 bottles on ice
I got all my bitches in the club tonight aye
Then she living with me tonight
If it's a 187 all my niggas gon ride it t

[Hook:]
Throw it up (Throw it up)
Throw it up (Throw it up)
Got my whole hood with me and we trippin
We about to throw it up (Throw it up)
Throw it up (Throw it up)
Got all my bitches in the VIP
Throw it up

[Verse 1:]
She brought one wild nigga
I can't fuck with no pussy ass niggas
Could've been a pimp, my fuckin gorilla
Catch a nigga slippin but they don't want a biscuit yea
Man you niggas hate too much
If it ain't about money we don't give a fuck
If it is about money I'm a need to loan some
All I have three-some 'til that bitch come get some
Don't trip, pistol on the hip
I'm on some J shit, don't make a G trip
I'm a head this bitch out if a nigga runnin dibs
Nigga don't get killed off in this bitch ah
Straight bangers straight banging
Shout out to my 50 niggas straight banging
Everybody getting money then just hanging
And I'm leaving with my girls that I came with

[Pre-Hook:]
Cause I Got 100 bottles on ice
I got all my bitches in the club tonight aye
Then she living with me tonight
If it's a one many something all my niggas gon ride it

[Hook:]
Throw it up (Throw it up)
Throw it up (Throw it up)
Got my whole hood with me and we trippin
We about to throw it up (Throw it up)
Throw it up (Throw it up)
Got all my bitches in the VIP
Throw it up

[Verse 2:]
I'm with a bad bitch switching lanes
I don't even know her first name, last name
Raised in the era of the dope king
We vibe pump pump, pumpin nigga brakes
And my daddy had a Cadillac
And now his son got a Maybach
When they be screamin' where the ballers at I be like right here
She gon give me head for a LK hat yea
So sick man, I'm fully trippin
I put my dick in a young vixen and dismiss em
A one hitter, a king Griffy, a Scottie Pippen
And pass em off to the next victim
A nigga reptile like rep gank
Believe or not you niggas Ripley
You niggas too J Qwan tipsy
Til that cannon let loose leave you limping motherfucker

[Pre-Hook:]
Got 100 bottles on ice
I got all my bitches in the club tonight aye
Then she living with me tonight
If it's a one many something all my niggas gon ride it

[Hook:]
Throw it up (Throw it up)
Throw it up (Throw it up)
Got my whole hood with me and we trippin
We about to throw it up (Throw it up)
Throw it up (Throw it up)
Got all my bitches in the VIP
Throw it up

Throw it up (Throw it up)
Throw it up (Throw it up)
Got my whole hood with me and we trippin
We about to throw it up (Throw it up)
Throw it up (Throw it up)
Got all my bitches in the VIP
Throw it up

 

[fox69]

"Toot It N Boot It"

"Toot It N Boot It"


Well it's that big bad banger
See the dick is what I'm slanging
YM entertainment
She goin toot it cause I'm famous
I'm a well known singer
Every beat get strangled
Tyga got stripes, motherfuckin Bengal
This that stop drop and roll
You ain't know it let me show you
Beat it from the back bitch
Now your nickname Toby
Used to be my cuddy buddy
Now we can't be friends
Heard she got game, well
Well it's that big bad banger
See the dick is what I'm slanging
YM entertainment
She goin toot it cause I'm famous
I'm a well known singer
Every beat get strangled
Tyga got stripes, motherfuckin Bengal
This that stop drop and roll
You ain't know it let me show you
Beat it from the back bitch
Now your nickname Toby
Used to be my cuddy buddy
Now we can't be friends
Heard she got game
Choo choo train, oww
Make your toes hit the ceiling
Let her run, house
But my name ain't Diggy
Old enough show me titties
Poor bitches sayin' gimme
I'm not a white man
I ain't coming down no chimney
Put my tongue in yo pop
French kiss kiss
Like the french do on my fry
Ha ha, yea I got you laughin' at me
Cause the way I make you cum is so flabbergastin'
Spazz spasm, Mr organism
Fuck with me guaranteed that you goin' have one
Clap clap, Well Done, when I tap that
Tap dance like bojangles
In the dash yea
Black man on the rise
So please step aside
You ain't seen an agent this fly
So tootsie roll bitch
Then I hit that butterfly
Yea pop that, let me see that monkey
The dick in yo mouth
Don't be a bonehead
Put it so deep, now she a cone head
I say I put it so deep, now she a cone head

That used to be my favorite movie I remember watchin that shit
Yea
Toot it n boot it around here
I say I ain't have sex in a long time
I say I ain't have sex in a long time
I say I ain't have sex in a long time
Oh we having sex tonight
I say I ain't have sex in a long time
I say I ain't have sex in a long time
I say I ain't have sex in a long time
Yea I'm fuckin tonight

 

[fox69]

"Trap Pussy"

"Trap Pussy"


I'm a trap nigga and I need trap pussy
Had a white bitch but the ho kept snitchin'
Pull up in a Benz, you Uber in a Civic
No fingerprints but I finger bang the pussy
Flipper, I'm Gucci, I'm Louis, I'm Groovy
Your homie, your girlfriend's a groupie
She opened up her mouth so wide, scary movie
Went to 7-11, she beggin' for a slurpie
Fuck her in the car, drop her off at Wendy's
Ride no tint, I just seen the enemy
It's 2 AM, somebody got shot
When niggas gettin' money, niggas wanna call the cops
I get it a lot, I get it a lot
I'm lookin' like a dope dealer, fresh off the pot
Lobster tail for my eighties bitches
Fat Burger for my nineties bitches
Don't be trippin' you get all the attention
Them long ass legs but the pussy terrific
I must admit it, put my tongue up in it
Ocean's eleven, the pipe be leakin'
Ice cream man with the sprinkle filling
Make my bitches sisters, now we call them "Pippen"
Maestros, I'm the master splinter
Dick too big, told her scream in a pillow
Fuck it, I'm illin', fuckin' sicko
Super model, she a super nympho

I'm a trap nigga and I need trap pussy
I get it a lot
I'm a trap nigga and I need trap pussy
I get it a lot... trap pussy
I'm a trap nigga and I need trap pussy
I get it a lot... trap pussy
I'm a trap nigga... yeah...
I'm a trap nigga and I need trap pussy

Cherry on top, whip cream in the middle
Expect like a tempo, I'll put two in your temple
Pimpin' our mental was easy like rentals
My car game, drive away like limos
I told the bitch, don't come back
If the check ain't twice what I spent on gas
Fifteen thou for the private jet, don't gasp
I like my new bitch but the shit won't last
Ha, I'm just being realistic
Get dick, get dismissed, it's just business
Personal, we don't get intricate
Shout out my ex, I been meeting bitches
Yeah, I put that on wax
You a rat, it's a trap
Cheese bar at the bank, I snatch
Brand new, I still wear the tags
She lookin' over here like daddy back
I'm the ghost daddy, ride the Phantom black
Ha, Santa black, my gifts in fact
Pussy and gats with [?]
Fucking her tummy flat, skeet on her back
Eww, nasty nigga, stay with the raps
Never chase that bitch again
Ha, fuck it then, let's get it man
Put you in your place like Running Man
Bitch I'm the shit, had to shit on 'em again
Haha, and again

I'm a trap nigga and I need trap pussy
I get it a lot
I'm a trap nigga and I need trap pussy
I get it a lot... trap pussy
I'm a trap nigga and I need trap pussy
I get it a lot... trap pussy
I'm a trap nigga... yeah...
I'm a trap nigga and I need trap pussy