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Pia Mia LYRICS Do It Again (Lyric Video) ft. Chris Brown, Tyga

Pia Mia LYRICS Do It Again (Lyric Video) ft. Chris Brown, Tyga

"Do It Again"
(feat. Chris Brown & Tyga)

[Tyga:]
Bye, baby, they ain't fly, baby
Looking at the whip frame, that's a nice 'Cedez
You should throw it to me, like Tom Brady
With the long blonde hair, that's Marcia Brady
I'm all about your Lately Chelsea High handler, handle her
Got your legs racing hard on vacation
No exaggeration, said you amazing
Moving too fast, can't pace it

[Pia Mia (Tyga):]
Hey, boy, when I first met you
Thought it was special
I told you that
Hey, boy, up at Two Lover's Point,
When I kissed you I meant it
I wanna go back (I don't wanna go)
Wanna go back (but if you wanna go)
Can we go back (can we take it back) (I'll make it happen though)
Boy, can we go back (let's do it soon, boo)

[Chorus - Pia Mia 2x:]
It was nice to, nice to know ya, let's do it again
How we did it on a one night stand
Boy, I wanna be more than a friend to ya
Nice to, nice to know ya, let's do it again
How we did it on a one night stand
Boy, I wanna be more than a friend to ya
Let's do it again

[Chris Brown:]
Hey, baby, are you sure that you want it
All caught up in the moment? (let me know now)
Oh, baby, it got a little crazy on the first night
So I'ma have to do you better than the first time
I'm lovin' how you scratchin' and you grittin' your teeth
I'm lovin' how that booty shake when it's on me
You gotta nigga blowing up your caller ID
Guess it was all a set up, you got me

[Chorus - Pia Mia & Chris Brown]

[Pia Mia:]
I wanna go back (one more time)
Wanna go back (let's do it again)
Can we go back (can you take me, baby)
Boy, can we go back
[2x]

[Chorus - Pia Mia]

[Tyga:]
Pia, let me know


Tyga Lyrics Dope (Explicit) ft. Rick Ross

Tyga Lyrics Dope (Explicit) ft. Rick Ross Vevo Mv Official


"Dope"
(feat. Rick Ross)
[Verse 1: Tyga]
T-raw rock my own kick game
8 figure deal figure how I'm
courtside at clip game
Still pop ace king shit I'm with rose
Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ
OK the day you beating me bitch no day
Bandz a make her dance that's
thousand dollar foreplay
AK get a full clip not a soundwave
You kissed her in her mouth, ask
her how my dick taste
Bitch nigga you don't want no
drama I'm worth a couple commas
It's death before dishonor
Last king come sign up all my shit be disgner
Extroardinary rhymer I bodied
yo' shit for nothin'
Wes, west up, hot temper
Get wet up she give me head not neck up
She clean the mess up
One false move death from gesture
Cash in the safe I don't feel no pressure

[Hook x2]
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dope
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Shit
She fuck hermes and the hustle
Crown on the watch she got
niggas still thuggin'
8.7 on the crib so fuck it
Went gold in a month so it ain't no budget
New chains, rollex links
New chick just to drag my mink
New car just to ride around here
Aviator crew we flies 'round here
Hating on hood niggas dying 'round here
Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard
Cars rockstar dope boys at odds
I done seen it all but it's back to these broads'
Hands clap like a nigga in the stadium
Million dollar chain but I'm rocking 8 of 'em
I see you sleeping boy don't
make me pick your label up
Scottie pipen on the dribble I just laid 'em up
Another triple got me tripping
like it's angel dust
We just winning all the women in my table ah
Say my name say my name nigga say my name
100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

[Hook x2]
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dope
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Chief rocka, pill popper
Tell them pull them things out
cause my car topless
Off topic, get on top it wish us some absence
So sincere in her belly, that's the nah shit
King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbin'
We taking your dollars creflo no white collar
I (pop pop) wish a nigga would call thomas
Bitch I'm the bomb call me the unabomber
Money in my game I'm driving
shit that's insane
You niggas stay in your lane no
playing ain't nothing changed
Pardon this good regime, I make
your girl david blaine
Murder was the case all the kids
say that nigga T-raw

[Hook x2]
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dope
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes

Tyga Lyrics Do My Dance (Explicit) ft. 2 Chainz

Tyga Lyrics Do My Dance (Explicit) ft. 2 Chainz Vevo Music Video Official


"Do My Dance"
[Intro]
Fuck this pussy boy, fuck it!
Fuck it right boy!
(you know I love it when you)
Fuck it, fuck it right boy

[Hook]
Do my dance on your dick, Ooh you know you love this shit. [x4]
Do my dance on your chick, Ooh you know she love the dick. [x4]

[Verse 1: Tyga]
(Uh)
Lamborghini, you don’t even see me
Bad bitch, no bikini taking shots of Henny
Order calamari, say she want that fettucini
5 Star bitches, my bitches don’t eat at Denny’s
Run the city, you runnin’ laps trying to get with me
I’m all in her red skin, like I play for Washington
I’m five eight, but six ten
My dick stand like Superman
Shoulder lean that bitch, shoulder lean that bitch
Mills cause I’m hot. Trigger finger keep that pussy wet
Bills in my fists, shawty she gon’ dance on my dick
Mills cause I’m hot. Trigger finger keep that pussy wet
Bills in my fists, shawty she gon’ dance on my dick

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2Chainz]
(2Chainz! Uh)
She got her booty cheeks on my Louie sheets
She can do it on a pole, but can she do it on me
Her flexing ass, let me see you flex that ass
I don’t call I just text that ass about special bags
Python, all gold no ice on
Nothing but shaved pussy in my iPhone
And this right here a no fly zone
And you are not us, so don’t try holmes
I buy cars, I buy homes
My antidote for my catapult. I’m up through there
Foreign shoes, these a new pair
Chains on, this two pair
Make your girl buy new hair
Wear that pussy out, like new gear
Hoe

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Fuck yeah bitch, throw it back. Don’t be scared of it. [x3]
Fuck yeah bitch, throw it back
(Yea)
Throw it back
(Fat bitch)
Throw it back
(Yea, yea)
Throw it back
(Dank bitch)
Don’t be scared of it

[Outro]
Do my dance on your dick, Ooh you know you love this shit. [x3]
Do my dance on your chick, Ooh you know she love the dick

Fuck it right boy
Fuck it right boy
Fuck it, fuck it right boy
Fuck it right boy
Fuck it, fuck it right boy

Tyga Lyrics I'm Gone (Explicit) ft. Big Sean

Tyga Lyrics I'm Gone (Explicit) ft. Big Sean Vevo Mv Official


"I'm Gone"
(feat. Big Sean)
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ugh, looking around glass, my future is in the past
I’m re-arranging my life, I’m single and now I laugh
All of the moments we had, beginning and just the end
At the end, still ain't friends, heard I was on your hit list
Damn, now I’m driving Ferrari fucking random bitches
People saying I made it but I don’t feel too different
Wayne told me “Close your eyes, they’ll never see your Vision”
So I stay ready to die behind these Biggie lenses
Reinventing all the Audemars/Breguet shit
Just left the hood, word to the 5th Dist
Bout to cop a G to the roof like Diddy
And my city color purple nigga, no ceiling
It take time when you plying on the beat
I kill it, I bet I kill it
Producer witness to see
Bitches standing on they feet, handicap get out your seat
Got that buzz: Lil B, sting a bitch: Ali
Compare tighter rappers, but my songs greater
Just compare me to dope dealers and ball players
Cause I’m a dope ass nigga and I ball player
Never save a hoe, can’t even get a Life Saver
She gon fuck her way to the top and fall later
So I'mma fuckin never call her later
Ugh, Skinny nigga got my weight up
Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing?
We ain't racing, Mufucka I’m gone!

[Hook]
Middle finger to my haters, mu-fucka why you hating? I’m gone
I ain’t really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga, I’m gone
Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I’m gone
Even though I’m out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I’m gone

[Verse 2: Tyga]
She fuckin with me, these niggas ain’t fuckin with me
Got my mind on my money, my money piling up hundreds
You say you did it, I done it
You old nigga, I’m younger
You fold up under pressure
I’m good straighter then stretchers, Ugh
Bitches pecking my wood: Wood Chuckka Chuckka
Never gave 2 fucks: Double Rubbers
Now your color turn your face to a red Gusher
And your girl stick it to me like a car bumper
Never depended on anyone co-dependent
Kept my thoughts to myself, I don’t need opinions
No middle mans, in the middle of my sands
Niggas thing they sweet, they can’t even pay their incidentals
I’m detrimental, on any instrumental
I ain’t pullin teeth, nigga better hide your pillow
To these rappers to the fucking grizzle
Bad to the bone, Red Zippers, Mike Jizzle, Nigga gone

[Hook x2]
Middle finger to my haters, mu-fucka why you hating? I’m gone
I ain’t really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga, I’m gone
Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I’m gone
Even though I’m out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I’m gone

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
B.I.G., Finally Famous in this
I say fuck sleep stayed up, fuck you, pay up
Always got the paycheck, never took a pay cut
Payday'll be worth all the broke nights I stayed up
So in my cup I’m mixing up whatever dreams are made of
Not too many Young G’s made it where I am
So I was waiting on a doctor man, patient as I am
I guess the Young D-Boy made it into a man
With girls half-naked around, like we finna land the sand
Red-eyes to Rome and they connecting to France
With some bomb-ass pussy, that bitch came straight from Iran
My jewelry made in Japan, I’m off California drugs
And where I made my money? Nigga all of the above
I could count my inner circle on my hands and my feet
Passing joints long as a branch cause it’s family tree
Doing “kush-ups” man cause the Weed too strong
I’m a G + One what’s that muthafucka? That’s gone

Tyga Lyrics Still Got It (Explicit) ft. Drake

Tyga Lyrics Still Got It (Explicit) ft. Drake Vevo MV Official


"Still Got It"
(feat. Drake)
[Drake]
I feel good I got some time off, Girl its been so long
Did you have fun? ’cause Ima need a cab just to get me home
And maybe you can call in sick
And bring you to the crib and get all this, all this
I know, I know I’m blunt, but how real is that?
You want that feeling back?

[Tyga]
Probably one of my realest loves ever
Four page letters, and time is all better
‘Cause time heal whatever
Ima need a moment ’cause moments last forever
Cars with cream leather, Females are on a regular
What’s the point in titles, we liking it how they tell us
I’d rather stay friend with benefits till we ready
Now ready, Sean Don got me feeling heavy
She like “one more chance”, more problems no biggie ah
It’s all good don’t take it the wrong way
Ain’t nothing personal, but who this nigga in your face?
We can leave together or give eachother space
The night young, we should head over to my place
Ha, now we laughing and all that (all that)
Tell your friends they can fall back
Ain’t even gotta ask twice
She said what you feeling like?

[Drake]
I feel good I got some time off, Girl its been so long
Did you have fun? ’cause Ima need a cab just to get me home
And maybe you can call in sick
And bring it to the crib and get all this, all this
I know, I know I’m blunt, but how real is that,
You want that feeling back?
Well you should know
I still got it for ya, I still got it for ya [x3]
And even though we let it go, it’s better that you know
I still got it for ya, I still got it for ya [x3]
And even though we let it go, it’s better that you know
I still…

[Tyga]
Uh, ain’t no, ain’t nobody like you
Heard you gotta ballplayer, but he don’t excite you
I ain’t the one you gotta lie to
Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you
Uh, still a, still a superfreak
You know how it be when I’m rolling in the sheets
Enough about me, I heard you finished your degree
Just call me Genuine, ’cause I’m the same O G
We was young, full of insecurities
Grown up now, all we got is old memories
Used to be like enemies
Arguing in Barney’s, fly shit, too much pride to say sorry
Problems ruined like half the day
Number 24, let it fade away
She gotta leave, but she wanna stay
She like, how you feeling babe?
Like, like, shit

[Drake]
I feel good I got some time off, Girl its been so long
Did you have fun? ’cause Ima need a cab just to get me home
And maybe you can call in sick
And bring you to the crib and get all this, all this
I know, I know I’m blunt, but how real is that,
You want that feeling back?
Well you should know
I still got it for ya, I still got it for ya [x3]
And even though we let it go, it’s better that you know
I still got it for ya, I still got it for ya [x3]
And even though we let it go, it’s better that you know
I still got it for ya, I still got it for ya [x3]
And even though we let it go, it’s better that you know
I still got it for ya, I still got it for ya [x3]
And even though we let it go, it’s better that you know
I still.

Tyga Lyrics Faded (Explicit) ft. LIL WAYNE

Tyga Lyrics Faded (Explicit) ft. LIL WAYNE Vevo Music Video Official


"Faded"
(feat. Lil Wayne)
(Intro)
I don't give a fuck
{Tyga tyga tyga nice to see you}
[Tyga]
Young Nino, fuck a bitch in a pea coat
Carlito, Scarface, AL Pacino
Bun B do, Pimp C, R-PIDO though
I goes deep in that pussy, Dan Marino
She wanna be the one, fuck her to my own single
Break a bitch heart, no future miss cleo
Snap back, au-au-automatic reload
Flyer than a fucking beatle, you can't beat 'em
Vampire fuck up your evening
I pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement
Don't believe it, stripe like a fucking Adidas
The gun selena, give a nigga bieber fever

Real fucking hot, put it in park
Take a shot, higher than a tube sock
You a bop, give me top top, as I load the guap
Man these niggas say I'm fly but to her I'm god

[Hook]
I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded

And I don't give a fuck

[Tyga]
Fuck is up, nigga's stomping in my chucks
Yeah, I make it rain, dear, cause I'm all about my bucks
Use the butt I'm in the front, dick up in her cunt
And I put it in her hole, hole in one, putt putt (wahhhhhh)

Super McNasty, why you McLoving
When the bitch call me daddy
Pimp no caddy, she wish she never had me
Treat her like a dog, called the bitch lassy
Young savvy, bang her like Cincinnati
Above average, fly like I'm Aladdin
They bend backwards, throw the pussy at them
I'm Ben Wallace, dunk up in your basket

Balls in the air, no games,
I'm serious, double dare
There's too many bitches,
Why these niggas wanna stare
Patron up in here
Nigga this ain't no beer

[Hook]
I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded

And I don't give a fuck

[Lil' Wayne]
Mama, there go that monster
Abracadabra, magic Johnson
My motherfucking doctor
Said I need a doctor
So I called house,
Now I am a pill popper
Faded like skinnys
Young money we winning
I told her if I change
She won't get a penny
Milking that shit, pregnant bitch titties
Bringing home the bacon
I'm fucking miss piggy
Loaded like a semi, semi-naked pictures
She knows my dick, she call it nigga Richard
Prior to me cummin, I had to stick my thumb in
Her ass one time, smell my finger make you vomit
Flyer than a hornet, the shoe fit I worn it
She tried to jack me off, can't beat it, join it
Tunechi, coochie that what she call it,
Flag Scarlett, I killed it, mourn it

[Hook]
Faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded
[Lil Wayne:] Young Moolah baby!
My nigga I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded
My nigga I'm faded faded faded

And I don't give a fuck

Tyga Lyrics Rack City (Explicit)

Tyga Lyrics Rack City (Explicit) Vevo Music Video Official


"Rack City"
("Well Done 2" Mixtape Version)
[Intro:]
Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch
Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch, rack
Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch
Mustard on the beat

Hah!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tyga Lyrics Far Away ft. Chris Richardson

Tyga Lyrics Far Away ft. Chris Richardson Vevo Music Video Official


"Far Away"
(feat. Chris Richardson)
[Chris Richardson]
Walk a thousand miles
Just to see her (see her)
But she’s far far away
And I’d do anything just to see her face
But she’s far far away
Walk a thousand miles just to see her smile again

[Tyga - Verse 1]
Sittin’ on a plane
Reminiscing back when I made that mistake
I wish it never ended with a heartbreak
Now your heart broken, tears in ya face
Ask myself why, looking at the sky
If I could turn back I’d make it all right
Praying that you better but its still stormy weather
Don’t wanna let go but the rain wont let up
Now you gone, still thinking bout you everyday
And I know feelings was hurt and you can blame me but
I’m sorry for the games that I played
But now it’s too late
And now she’s…

[Chris Richardson]
Now she’s far far away
And I’d do anything just to see her face
But she’s far far away
Walk a thousand miles just to see her smile again

[Tyga - Verse 2]
It’s cold putting up a fight
Arguing back and forth through the night
Regardless what I said and I don’t mean most of it
You know I really love you, this the realest goin’ get
It take time to realise what you really wanna know
You was ready for it all but your feelings I ignored
I know my fault, I should’ve gave more
Now you’re miles away and I’m miles on tour
Now it’s drums playing, crowd singing
Light changing, wish you was here to witness all that
It starts fading
They say two wrongs don’t make it right
And I was wrong and now it ain't right

[Chris Richardson]
Cause she’s far far away
And I’d do anything just to see her face
But she’s far far away
Walk a thousand miles just to see her smile again

[Tyga - Bridge]
Na na na nah
If I could turn back
If I could make it right
I’d do just that
If I could make it right
I’d do it all tonight
Hold you in my arms, with you I’d spend my life

Na na na nah
If I could turn back
If I could make it right
I’d do just that
I’d do just that
If I could turn back

(Come back here again)

[Chris Richardson]
Cause she’s far far away
And I’d do anything just to see her face
But she’s far far away
Walk a thousand miles just to see her smile again

Drake LYRICS The Motto (Edited) ft. Lil Wayne, Tyga

Drake LYRICS The Motto (Edited) ft. 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

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