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Tyga, Offset

Last update on: August 14, 2018

Slide on a pimp game with my pinky rang Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain Why you claim that you rich?

That's a false claim I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim Whole lotta styles, can't even pronounce the name You ain't got no style, see you on my Instagram I be rockin' it like it's fresh out the pan Only when I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the hand 3 million cash, call me rain man Money like a shower, that's my rain dance And we all in black, like it's Gangland Say the wrong word, you be hangman Watch me stick to your bitch like a spray tan Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car He In?' In the city love my name, Nigga I ain't gotta say it Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say It's all the same, like Mary-Kate Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, let you get a taste Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Yeah that's cool but he ain't like me Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna fight me Nigga get yo ass checked like a fuckin' Nike Me not icey, that's unlikely And she gon' suck me like a fuckin' Hi-C Aw, chains on the neck for the whole team And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream And my bitch want the Fenty, Not the Maybelline I'm the black JB the way these bitches scream Make these bitches scream Pretty little thing Like my nigga A.E, say, yadadamean Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say It's all the same, like Mary-Kate Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, let you get a taste Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Yeah that's cool Yeah, I'ma put the drip on the plate (drip, drip) Diamond ice glacier, niggas imitate (ice, ice) Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach with the drac' (grape) Slow pace in the Wraith, got this shit from bae Diamonds up to par, the cookie hittin' hard (hard) The Rari sit in park, I'm at it, on Mars (Mars) Shotgun shells, we gon' always hit the target (blaow) Popcorn bitch shell poppin' out the cartridge (pop it) 3400 Nawfside, Charles Barkley 4-8-8, Ferrari Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley She wanna keep me company and never want depart me (no) (Depart me) Yeah, fishtail in the parking lot (skrt, skrt) I don't kick it with these niggas 'cause they talk about ya And I got the fire, don't make me spark it out ya Keep it in my back pocket like it's a wallet Like the way she suck it, suck it like a Jolly (whoa) Stack it up and put it with the whole project (racks) And she got the Patek on water moccasin I'm rich in real life, I get that profit, copy Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, let you get a taste Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't like me Taste, taste, LA you can get a taste Taste, taste, Miami you can get a taste Taste, taste, Oakland you can get a taste Taste, taste, New York do you love the taste? Taste, taste, Chi-Town you can get a taste Taste, taste, Houston you can get a taste Taste, taste, Portland you can get a taste Taste, taste, overseas let them bitches taste Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Taste, taste, worldwide they gon' get a taste.

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