Tyga

[fox69]

"Be Quiet"
(with Soulja Boy)

"Be Quiet"
(with Soulja Boy)



[Soulja Boy Verse]
wuz goin on these niggaz out here wildin
They Don't want won't beef, better run to police.
Better yet man you better keep quiet.
iguana seats inside it, I'm flying on auto pilot
Deep in these streets, spittin crack on these beats.
But the word on the street is keep quiet.
Me and my nigga tyga, patron got us wildin
Stereophone cup, throwing money in my clubs, oh you mad becuz I'm stylin.
Crush diamonds on my amuelet
Its lookin like a slush hoe.
Niggaz meaning muggin, better keep that shit on hush mode.
25 Kush blunts, I call dat shit a quarter
Took her to my crib and make her strip like fishburne daughter
I swag to hard too I do it like no other
runnin round talkin tellin keep that undercover

[Hook]
Jewerly too loud man I need to be quiet.
What's that on my wrist? I told that bitch to be quiet.
Gone on patron man I swear it got me wildin'
If he know like I know tell that nigga be quiet.

[Tyga Hook]
Uhh.Jewelry to loud motherfucka its a siren.
Big fuckin dogs you can hear my wolves hollerin'.
On this patron man I got these bitches wildin'.
If he know like I know tell that nigga be quiet.

[Tyga]
Ugh. Well its that big woolly monster pull up,
pull up on your bumper mothafucka pull your mother slum dog million, hold up.
I'm so cold I think I froze up.
Melt that money like its nothin. Ugh.
Spend it like I print it bitches blow it by the hundreds.
Young Money this aint new.
You just got up on it.
I'm Big Willy chillin nigga you just little homie.
I just flew Paris Gordon Ramsey up in London he throw,
he so, go why dont I put you on it on it?
Too many Twitter followers, many I'm poppin.
Maybe its my big Why these hoes keep on watchin.
I'm tatted out my mind literally I'm out my mind.
I'm G'd up all the time. On some G Shit Be Quiet!

[Hook]
Jewerly too loud man I need to be quiet.
What's that on my wrist? I told that bitch to be quiet.
Gone on patron man I swear it got me wildin'
If he know like I know tell that nigga be quiet.

[Tyga Hook]
Uhh.Jewelry to loud motherfucka its a siren.
Big fuckin dogs you can hear my wolves hollerin'.
On this patron man I got these bitches wildin'.
If he know like I know tell that nigga be quiet.

 

[fox69]

"Better"
(with Chris Brown)

"Better"
(with Chris Brown)



[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
I love women and power, we used to sit and talk for hours
On the balcony, my condo play your favorite, shawty
No love lost, just the perfect soulmate, that's all
It's my fault, caught in a rupture
Should've been you I was touchin', I knew it wasn't
My ego, I was buzzin' but not how you wanted
Too busy tryna flaunt it, like I just bought it
You know them bitches 'round you can't hold water
This s'posed to be our moment
These pills set it, I'm feelin' better
Called you to tell you I love you
But you too busy with some other shit, I'm guessin'
No texts, no proof, no voice messages
How we become enemies so effortless?
Or was I blind when you was naked?
Or high when you was level
Know time is of the essence
No lie, I live and regret it
Decisions I made, embedded in my mind
Hate to admit it, but I gotta say it one time

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Should've treated you right
But every night I was livin' life in the fast lane
I should've put my focus on you
In the club every night
I just get it wrong when you do right
And I keep just fillin' your head with the lies
This shit comes with a price
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
What happened to me, babe?
This ain't who you fell in love with
You say you need space
Don't do this
Just look at me, one more time
I know I fucked up but I'm tryin' to please you
I'ma give you all
And your heartache and pain's gonna stop
Baby right here
Don't walk away
There is no one left to call
Don't wanna be alone when you disappear
I know I hurt you more than three times
Now you need me time
Fuck I'm s'posed to do in the meantime?
Then she told me "figure it out"

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Birdman Interlude"

"Birdman Interlude"


[Birdman]
The young king... the lil homie Tyga
It's yo turn, nigga... it's yo turn, playboy
West Coast stand up to this Careless World, people
Global flying on this journey...
Tropical islands, poppin' bottles with supermodels...
Blowing up the pounds (sunup to sundown)...
Flying at higher heights... grinding hard...
Money by the abundance...
Yeah, YMCMB flashy life...
What it do, young king... it's yo turn, boy...

 

[fox69]

"Bitch Betta Have My Money"
(feat. YG, Kurupt)

"Bitch Betta Have My Money"
(feat. YG, Kurupt)



[Chorus]
Bitch better have my money (Bitch) yea
Bitch better have my money
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)
Bitch better have my money

[Verse 1]
Bitch better have my money, money
Bring back a hundred take twenty, twenty
Twenty more minutes then I'm coming
I could fuck you longer but bitch I'm in a hurry
Hu-hurry up Usain Bolt to the money
Swear I'm the shit, everybody fly around me
Rub like hustling you hustling wit dummies
I got a big ego, bitch don't touch me
Fuck her for some money, Fuckin out the country
Pistol whip the homies, you at home lonely
colin macaulay, coco white boobies
Fuckin fuck tha police, these niggas know they know me
50 for the rolly, niggas ain't brodies
hoes got em trippin, cuff her like cuff links
don't know where her tongue be, rinse it in the fuckin sink
I don't care what the bitch think, I just know one thing

[Chorus]
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)
Bitch better have my money (Bitch) YA
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)

[Verse 2]
Bitch better have my money
If the bitch dont tell her bounce like a bunny
I don't give a fuck bout what that bitch talking
she ain't got the cash tell that bitch get to walking
I eat sleep shit think about them dollars
pop a pill, pop a nigga, pop my colla
I'm popping like a tic-tac
bitch you better get back
Funny looking bitch
who you been fuckin sin bad?
I did dat, do it all go big,
never small, got a crib wit a closet
you would think you at the mall
in the mouth like halls
in the jaws like wisdom teeth
You hear da beat?
I bet you they gon bang this in the middle east
I been a freak
9th grade i was fucking in the bathroom
I was fuckin at school like my house didn't have rooms
my best friend is named benjamin frank
so bitch better have my cake fo hunnit !

[Chorus]
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)
Bitch better have my money (Bitch) YA
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)

[Verse 3]
Man this bitch better have my money
this bitch so smart she nothing but a dummy
bitch better have my mulla
fuckin round with a real nigga and a shoota
little dust back bitch make a nigga rich
shut the fuck up, and jump on this dick
nothin but a motherfuckin skank
fuck what you talking bout and fuck what you thank
I need money I need it real fast
I need it real bad like white girls need ass
maybe you can help me break this dub
twenty motherfuckin racks up up in the club
Club up up in the front thats why I send that bitch to get each one
top rank treat her like a bank I don't give a fuck a bitch think bitch what you saying

[Chorus]
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)
Bitch better have my money (Bitch)

 

[fox69]

"Bitch I'm The Shit"

"Bitch I'm The Shit"


Oh (oh) Yeah (yeah)

[Chorus]
Uh bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
I ain't worried bout shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
I'm on my own shit
you don't see my outfit
Bitch I'm ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Bi-bi-bitch I'm the shit
See me ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Bitch I'm the shit

[Verse 1]
Bitches all in my car, they want to run with the star
Got all these niggas mad, pop the trunk flash a face off
Nigga you ain't met T-Raw, hit the bass so hard
Got bitches taken it off, I can't fuck wit she too tall
Got a bitch dat play ball, found the pussy I charge
Make that ass applaud, i don't cuff it like the law
I fly a bitch to milan, she don't know what I'm on
I play the game so crazy, she thinking this shit soft

[Hook]
Reel em in, wheel em in, like bana white in wheel a fortune
Why you all up in her face, man she thinking that shit torture
I I win again win again cuz nigga I stay scorching
I'm the man man on fire kill the style like abortion

[Chorus]
Cuz bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
I ain't worried bout shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
I'm on my own shit
you don't see my outfit
Bitch I'm ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Bi-bi-bitch I'm the shit
See me ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Bitch I'm the shit

[Verse 2]
Man these hoes problems so I fuck em never call em
but I love love black woman and they love whats in my wallet
got got gold on in dis frozen C
that last king move over, Talkin loud like my molder
you want some scary shit like october HAHA
take a seat have a soda why you staring over your shoulda
you good man we don't want ya
and you faker than willy wonka
real shit I told you, new styles i showed ya
got green like its a locust, why you on my bumper I'm focused

[Hook]
Reel em in, wheel em in, like bana white in wheel a fortune
Why you all up in her face, man she thinking that shit torture
I I win again win again cuz nigga I stay scorching
I'm the man man on fire kill the style like abortion

[Chorus]
Cuz bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
I ain't worried bout shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-Bitch I'm the shit
I'm on my own shit
you don't see my outfit
Bitch I'm ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Bi-bi-bitch I'm the shit
See me ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
Bitch I'm the shit

 

[fox69]

"Bitches"
(with Chris Brown)

"Bitches"
(with Chris Brown)



I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah

[Chris Brown:]
Higher than the moon, nigga what up
I hear em woofin, a nigga need to shut up
While I'm in the pussy, face down and the butt up
Ya aint shit to her and me I'm just a fuck up
Fuck a hand shake nigga we ain't brothers
On that West side where they reppin for they colors
Talkin big shit cuz my dick will make you stutter
All over your face like its butter, nutter
Right now, make her scream my name and pipe her right down
Nasty on the dick bitch give a nigga a wipedown
Twenty four inches I’m rolling on chrome
My niggas are smoking on that loud
Bitches try to flunt, Imma blow your back out
I ain't thinking bout a nigga that walk past you
Bitch stole my blunt and said she love my tatoos
I'm that dude, I slang wood, that bamboo
But when she driving on that dick she a damn fool

[Hook:]
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas
All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas
Really really though, all these bitches, i don't want no niggas
Cause the real niggas that post it up already with us

[Chris Brown:]
It's a habit, in the club bottle magic
Fucking with these ratchets no purses they got baskets
Its a hand out, these bitches high feeling guess they addicts
And I ask them are you in like Patrick
Playing with the pussy like it's madden
Fire like a dragon
The one say she like me then they all bandwagon
Been leadin as hoes, but they pretty like a pageant
She said she'd let me cut, I had to stab it, fo real though

[Hook]

[Tyga:]
Audemar, big bitch, big tipper
Super club, 20,000 for the liquor
You see the bitch I'm with, you'll probably never get her
No cop bottles, they're for broke niggas
In the corner posted it up with the dome giver
Money flowin like a wet pussy, thats a long river
So you got your bitch on lock, I'll slim jim her
It's that time of the month, fuck timber
All my niggas got a bottle with a blunt lit up
Before you pop up, throw your set up
Hop in this bitch 'til the club's lights lit up, leave with her
Big spender, a bitch shut up
T-Killa illuminati all through your body
She blow me like a twelve gang shawty you feel me
Pull up in the 'rari, the fuckin life of the party
I'm getting hoes regardless
Before this rap shit, I'm honest

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Bitches Ain't Shit"
(feat. YG & Nipsey Hussle)

"Bitches Ain't Shit"
(feat. YG & Nipsey Hussle)



[Hook: Nate Dogg Sample]
Bitches ain't shit, but hoes and tricks [x8]

[Verse 1: YG]
Aye... uh
Got this bitch named Tar, She let me fuck her in the car
Like Kim Kardashian, she wanna be a star
Got this bitch named Britanny, With Big ass titties
But bitches ain't shit, cause Bitches act Mickey (ughhhhh)
Got a main bitch, but I don't need her
Every time we fuck, I gotta pop a bean first
Hit the purp, then eat that pussy for dessert
It gets worse, just watch when she squirt
I got this bitch who act Sadity
She live in the cities
Every time she hear I got a new bitch, She says she miss me
I'm a thug, Got this thug bitch she stay up in the Jungles
Every time we go to Crenshaw Mall, she have a Rumble
Got this bitch in the Hoovas, I don't wanna losaaa
Ass so fat to measure it, I need a rulaaa
Got this Bad Bitch, that go to North-ridge
She always wear Gucci, but she can't afford it

[Hook]
Bitches ain't shit, but hoes and tricks [x8]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Take a bitch life, Now it's my life
Need a bitch that can Fuck, Cook, Clean, right
Turn a bitch out, make her lick twice
Yeah she eat pussy, but she don't fuck dikes
Laid in the middlssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssse, two Miller Lites
Straight kill a bitch, pssssssssssssssssssssssop rocks little sprite
Bam bam little chubby ass goey car
Tell the bitch twinkle twinklessssssssssssssss come meet a star
I don't Odom, no Lamar
Kind of money make her come out her Leotard
I'm in this bitch, like my dick hard
And I shuffle money, Like playing cards
Uhssssssssssssssss
YG tell them bitches what's up, they ready to cut no
Links in my suit, we don't cuff em
Straight duck em, Like Donald
Quack Qwak
I don't even know the sound them bitches make cause...

[Hook:]
Bitches ain't shit, but hoes and tricks [x8]

[Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, I like bitches, that's lightskinned-ed
With a whole a lot of ass, and get right with it
Off a pill, I can probably make her like bitches
Lick Lick it, like a lolli till it's like ssssssssssssssssssssssliquid
These hoochies always talking bout, wher my dick is
But if it's not in your mouth, then get out my business
A nigga real ratchet, I ain't wifing shit
Known to fuck and cut her off, Light switches
Uh, Now What I get? Money bitch
You look good, but to me you just a bummy bitch
And the funny shit is, you know my other bitch
Met me through her, on some under cover lover shit
Got damn, ain't that your homegirl?
Scandalous bitches, we living in a cold world
That's why I flip em, flip em like ah zone girl
And every week I change my number to my phone cause...

[Hook]
Bitches ain't shit but, hoes and tricks [Repeat]

 

[fox69]

"Bitches N Marijuana"
(with Chris Brown)
(feat. Schoolboy Q)

"Bitches N Marijuana"
(with Chris Brown)
(feat. Schoolboy Q)



[Chorus - Chris Brown:]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Ooh, she bad, she don't do it for free
I got em, I got em
Got bitches n marijuana

[Tyga:]
T-ballin', globetrotter
Got a bunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighter
Think you on fire? You gon' need more fire
I tell her that's all you get like Street Fighter
Nah, walk with me, talk to me
That body cold, chess game like a pawn to me
She wanna ride with me, kick it and vibe with me
I got that long clip, fall asleep to the movie
Motherfuckin' goonies, Cartier rubies
Coupe, no top, yeah I took off the Kufi
I'm high, I'm woozie, D'usse, I'm doosing
I might just be right with my bitch in Jacuzzi
Right, nigga, gettin' right, nigga
I'ma knock that pussy out, fight night, nigga
I'mma light it up, pass it to the right nigga
Our bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas

[Chorus]

[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, got the fat sack
With some clean motherfuckers, no hood rats
Yeah we suited and booted, you know your bitch 'bout to toot it
She want love from a nigga, that's a heart attack, Yack!
Loud pack, give me all of that
Don't be sending naked pics cause my phone tapped
Black Mas, duffel bag and a hundred racks
I don't snitch but I could show you where the money at, me nigga
It's right here
Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me nigga
Hell yeah
You see the Lambo parked in the trap, that's me nigga
I own it while you living on a lease nigga
I'm known to keep my bitches on a leash nigga
I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout
I dick your bitch down then I walk it out

[Chorus]

[ScHoolboy Q:]
Grimy nigga way too groovy for the Grammys
Overseas collecting panties, poppin' Xanies
Young nigga, hundred grand for the gram, hot damn
Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve
Rollie do no ticky do the blingy
I spending hundreds, all the fifties
Word around the city I'm that nigg-y
But this month I made a milli
Another month, another milli, man that shit be gettin' silly
Man, bitch you looking silly
Why you broke, go get a check
And when you fly, who need a jet
She wanna move out to the west
She want them diamonds on her neck
And palm trees in the yard, wanna be's with a star
And get the keys to the car huh
And wanna lick on every scar huh
My money good, shit we buying off the bar right now, right now
Who got the weed right now, right now

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Black And Yellow"

"Black And Yellow"


I live a better life
Catch me out, Every night
Meet her once, Maybe Skype
Plus I only fuck them twice
Only rules that apply
We don’t cuff them, Let them fly
If she think there’s better things
That bitch in for a surprise
Light a candle, Prayer vigil
Another rapper dies
Trying to steal my flow
Must have thought I was blind
I see your videos
Youtube’n’ lil hoes
Bitch ain’t even Georgia code
That’s your girl, I ain’t know
Watching Belly on the iTunes
Niggas barely on iTunes
Only moment is if I’m featured on it
I heard his rumors when I’m in the room
Just cuz a man starving
Don’t mean he eat and drink the same water
Motha fuckas got social problems
Online got ya feeling brave, Don’t it
I’m paid homie
Fuck the myths, I’m the shit
Lyrical I can get
But what’s the sense
When it’s for cents, Double dollars
With a hit, Stop the bull shit
No cows walking, But she stupid thick
Ass like a donkey, Shout out Wiz
But I don’t smoke
But you could still watch the Benz roll up, Hoe

Models on my phone
Super models at my show
Money on my mind at all times
And it’s time for more
Looking at my watch
Oh it’s the perpetual
Like what you see
But don’t touch it hoe

Rolli on my arm, What it cost man
New deposit came in, Another 100 grand
The end is near, The bible says it is
So I’ma rep Young Money till the fucking end

Models on my phone
Super models at my show
Money on my mind
Oh it’s the perpetual
Don’t touch it hoe

Rolli on my arm, what it cost man
New deposit came in, Another 100 grand
The end is near, The bible says it is
So I’ma rep Young Money till the fucking end

Models on my phone
Super models at my show
Money on my mind at all times
And it’s time for more
Looking at my watch
Oh it’s the perpetual
Like what you see
But don’t touch it hoe
But don’t touch it hoe
But don’t touch it hoe
But don’t touch it hoe

Like what you see
But don’t touch it hoe

 

[fox69]

"Black Crowns"

"Black Crowns"


[Hook]
All I see is black crowns
King me ‘cause this is my time now
So all you other niggas bow down
‘Cause all I see on me is black crowns
Black crowns

[Verse 1]
Uhh, heavenly father, appoint me to the coronation
I deserve it, brought music for clarification
Envision my past, Egypt reincarnated
Negativity hill, over the hump camels waiting
Never gave up, most of my peers forsaken
One make it, we all make it but I delivered that patient
King chronicles, never write it too logical
Fake niggas saying 'What up, fam?' but we ain’t biological
Hands down to my mother, she the greatest ever
Since I was the only child, wasn’t too much to stress her
Waking up before work, leaving allowance on the dresser
Raising the prince under pressure, no king, no refuge
It’s all good, got homies like Boyz n the Hood
We all good, I mean no matter what circumstances was
Champagne, weed, pills, it do the same
These niggas gassed up, too much butane
Working hard like one day I’ll afford the 4-door Porsche
Approaching every corner cautious
Too much shopping, niggas calling you a target
Too much flossing, niggas gossiping in your blog shit
I rather put one in the air, congratulate careers
Death defying moments, people that I ain’t seen in years
What you running from when you you’re your only fear?
Guess my time is here, now…

[Hook (x2)]
All I see is black crowns
King me ‘cause this is my time now
So all you other niggas bow down
‘Cause all I see on me is black crowns
Black crowns

[Verse 2]
Uhh, fatigue, I’m feeling jaded
She gave me the number but I ain’t never saved it
shit is solid, why these niggas played it?
Dealt the right cards, but I ain't get to play it
Determine payrolls, living the lifestyle
You couldn’t be in if you was to see it right now
I think I see it right now
They judge me every day, life on trial
Take your money, niggas betting on my downfall
Many all real hoes, bitches gonna call
Five fingers, pledge allegiance to my one God
We’d have been through hell, so heaven ain’t far
Two cars sedans, tearing it on the way to the Grammys
Guess we nominated, guess they appreciate us
These niggas often imitate us
We just stay creative

[Hook]
All I see is black crowns
King me ‘cause this is my time now
So all you other niggas bow down
‘Cause all I see on me is black crowns
Black crowns

[Bridge]
One time in the, one time in the air for the…
Two, two, two times in the, two times in the air for the…
Both hands, both hands, both hands in the air for the…
One time, two times, times…

[Outro: Tyga’s Mother]
Just wanted to call to let you know how proud I am
Sweetie, this album is amazing
I have never imagined that God would bless you so much
As he is going to continue to bless you
He’s already made you the king that you are
Only one to wear the black crown
Well, I just want you to know how much I love you
And how awesome you are
And how I am so, so honored to have a son as yourself
I could never have ask for more, you’re just amazing
And I am just so excited for this album
I think this album is definitely your baby
And it’s definitely gonna be heard by a lot of people
And a lot of people are going to love it
They’re gonna love it, love it, love it
And God’s gonna continue to bless you with all the talents that you…
I’m just so proud, I just wanna shed a tear right now
OK mommy loves you and you the best thing ever
You are my heart. I love you sweetie, bye bye