Tyga Ft. Travis Porter - Lapdance Remix Lyrics

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Tyga Ft. Travis Porter - Lapdance Remix Lyrics

i met this .. she said she used to work at ..
now she works .. such a team
she coming at .. dropping on her knee
she got me going crazy …
danzel .. i put up to the club in a fucking ..
but it feels .. ayou wanna see some cash do a ..
gave her 10 dollars she took a glass up
i throw a hundred dollars she took her pants off
i throw 500 she lost her damn mind
if i throw her a thousand she will be kissing my …
1 2 3 to the 4 .. naked get your ass on the floor
.. 3 4 dropped to the floor
5 6 love her on her tits
7 8 make that ass ..
zone bad man big hoe lapdance
ass so fat need a lapdance
ass so fat i need a lapdance
zone bad man big hoe lapdance
ass so fat need a lapdance
ass so fat i need a lapdance
god a bad bitch name bo bo
last time she gave me ..
and you know i am with the zoo crew
early in the morning .. spider man
where the fuck my lighter man
ain’t nothing in my pocket than some cash .. i throw her 500 .. dropped to the floor bitch
.. i keep a lot of hores like go fish
she said she need …

1 2 3 to the 4 .. naked get your ass on the floor
.. 3 4 dropped to the floor
5 6 love her on her tits
7 8 make that ass ..
zone bad man big hoe lapdance
ass so fat need a lapdance
ass so fat i need a lapdance
zone bad man big hoe lapdance
ass so fat need a lapdance
ass so fat i need a lapdance
1 2 3 4 i got 5 shapes but i need 5 more
5 6 .. tits .. i might make you rich
7 8 make that ass .. i got a hundred .. my way
.. ten .. ten .. i got my gucci .. on and i am kicking hundreds
i go to …


Tyga Lapdance Remix Lyrics

Tyga Ft. Chris Brown - Snapbacks Back

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Tyga Ft. Chris Brown Snapbacks Back Lyrics

[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 f-ck 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
[from: ]
[Hook x2]
http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/06/tyga-chris-brown-snapbacks-back-lyrics.html
[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
F-ck your city, press eject
Too busy coughing up them hairballs
Fur coat, Bear dog
Spray these niggas like aerosol
And f-ck 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 aint 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




Tyga Lyrics Snapbacks Back

Tyga Ft. Chris Brown - Snapbacks Back

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Tyga Ft. Chris Brown - Snapbacks Back Lyrics

[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 f-ck 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]
http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/06/tyga-snapbacks-back-lyrics.html
[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
f-ck your city, press eject
too busy coughing up them hairballs
fur coat, bear dog
spray these niggas like aerosol
and f-ck 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 aint 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

Tyga T Raw

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Tyga T Raw Lyrics

[Chorus]
T-raww, T-raww, T-raww, T-raww
I don’t give a f-ck at all
T-raww, T-raww, T-raww, T-raww
I don’t give a f-ck at all

[Verse 1]
Last King, Golds on My colar bone fresh
Got that immortal technique flow
Tech N9ne’s, tech decks
Finger boards flip a bitch
Thailand pick a bitch
Its my land I take a shit anywere, skat and piss
Lazereth king of the the snapback habitat
Flashback..flash bangs leave you f-cken trapped
Leave you face swoll leave a cabbage pach punching bag
Doctor Seuss niggas you’s a pussy cat in a hat
Rolling that papers like wiz papers
Cash takers put you in a cast cuz your pocket’s breaking
The heart breaker, f-ck her once never date her
The Money chaser, no chase f-ck a savings
I got that ready, jelly, spread it to all my niggas
So they spend it spend it like ring a round the rosie
Okie dokey got a bad Spanish bitch like Kobe
The most low key
Nigga you don’t know me
Im…..
[from: http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/06/tyga-t-raw.html ]
[Chorus]
T-raww, T-raww, T-raww, T-raww
I don’t give a f-ck at all
T-rawww, T-rawww, T-rawww, T-rawww
I don’t give a f-ck at all

[Verse 2]
Like Cam Newton I’m number 1
Hand picked my hand guns
Ima cowboy like marion
Barber cut your hair for fun
02 I’m on one
105 to Compton
YG just hit me said these bitches got these tatts done
With my name on em
That’s a damn shame
Cuz I changed homie
I changed my damn name
To T-raw, don’t look at me
Get chopped like butcher meat
Gold chains like Mr. T
Your girl face in my toilet seat (haha)
My niggas they be trippin
Yo shit weak but boi you aint different
My show sold your show ?
Ya’ll mini me’s, I’m prolific
I progress, no stress
More sex she gon give it
No Robin Gibbons
I f-cked that hoe
Nas f-cked that hoe
Sleeping on me don’t you ever get to comfortable
Young Money……..
Last King………
When you see me coming call me by new name

T-raww, T-raww, T-raww, T-raww
I don’t give a fuck at all
T-raww, T-raww, T-raww, T-raww
I don’t give a fuck at all

Dotstar Feat Tyga Tatted Up (SRE) (YMCMB) Official Video

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Tyga Ft. Stefano Moses - Storm

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Tyga Storm Lyrics

[Chorus - Stefano Moses]
The city’s gone with electricity
No lights so I can hardly see
And all the smiles, screaming rescue me, rescue me
Who to trust, who can you believe?
The devil owns this reality
And all the smiles, screaming rescue me, rescue me

[Verse 1 - Tyga]
Hate lies, never truth when it’s televised
Devils on the screen, fire in their eyes
Put your face to a spell make your soul fly
Pray every day some close to god
Looking at the murder rate never ask why
Colt 45, with a 4 5, the innocent die young can’t judge life
Never did so I live fast every night
Wonder why they breathe hate through their wind pipe
Mutherf-ckers wanna take instead of give advice
N-ggas left me now I’m living right
Trying to cheat death with a trick dice
Gambling can’t rely on management
If it’s ’bout business I’ma handle it
I see it all like an analyst,
Views of the water, big bills like a pelican
I’m into different broads, f-cking in foreign cars
Wizard of oz, tear coloured benz, i ain’t got a heart,
No love shoot the cupid with a dart, danger in the park
Motherf-cker don’t walk past dark
What the f-ck is illuminati?
Old n-ggers with money
B-tch get the power light, stand tall tower light
Gotta fight, can’t let ‘em take our life
[ from: http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/04/tyga-ft-stefano-moses-storm.html ]
[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Tyga]
Take a step as the world spin
Rumors come and go faster than a whirlwind
Whirlpool, b-tches getting’ sucked in
Booty model shake your ass but you’re broke b-tch
Man you n-ggas aint balling in the bull pen
Riding on the black mag I’m a cool kid
Last king living, give me space like a movement
Cream get the money, whip icy like cool whip
Ohhh shit, who shit n-gga art gallery flow painted under globe
Use the colored dope n-gga I’m a lobe
Levitator pro, crisis when he spoke, kicking in your door
Hit the flow like lee boy? with a globe
Trying to win but the finish lines far, race against the odds
Race don’t matter when you dead or start praying to the gods
Don’t let me die so young

[Chorus]