Artist: Tyga (Feat Lil Wayne)
Album: Hotel California
Year: 2013
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[Verse 1 – Tyga]
Aghh, T-Raww, fuck y’all, money tall, dick large
Tiger in my backyard, bitches on my futon
Dog house, no dog, shootout, Chris Paul
Walkin’ on the marble floor, take your fuckin’ shoes off
Bitch this is fox fur, killin’ shit, fuck a hearse
I can show you my choppa works
She give me head when my head hurt
Deep throat, till the bitch burp
Her best friend said let me at ’em, Cousin Lurch
Smokin’ on that turf, get your feelings hurt
At your neck like a collared shirt, ball like a Nerf
Word, more green nigga than smoking pot
Wanna see more? I’m that whore from that little shop
Chop, butcher shop, open up your top
All you see is gold watch, Rolls Royce, road blocks
Sun roof, fogged out, chrome grill, gold mouth
Take a fuckin’ look around
[Chorus – Tyga]
Bitch I’m all you need
Aghh, I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
Aghh, I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up bitch
500 degrees
Aghh, I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
Aghh, I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up bitch
500 degrees
[Verse 2 – Tyga]
Thrilla manilla, I buy her straight from the dealer
I’m politickin’ in Paris, I’m buying statues and pillars
All from the Louvre nigga, mosaics from the museum
You niggas countin’ per DM, your bitch is in my DM
I never read ’em, weak bitch probably get seasick on the yacht
Eat shrimp, see my name on a blimp, it read “T-Raww’s a pimp”
Nigga I ain’t dancin’, but my hand on my hip
Full clip, movie shit, Bruce Wayne, Alfred
Niggas want a verse, can’t even get a ad-lib, aghh
I’m killing this shit, and I’m killing your mom
One verse at a time, the ship is our mine
I murdered this shit, just takin’ my time, aghh
Got bars, front gate, face shot, blind date
Rolex, timepiece, ain’t got no time for no bitch speech
120 that Six speed, pull it out that’s all me
Just call me T-Papi
[Chorus – Tyga]
Bitch I’m all you need
Aghh, I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
Aghh, I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up bitch
500 degrees
Aghh, I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
Aghh, I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up bitch
500 degrees
[Verse 3 – Lil Wayne]
Uh, Tunechi over bitches, smokin’ color purple
Blunt fat as Oprah Winfrey, I’m the nigga
The nigga, nigga, the nigga, nigga
I be snappin’, I hope you get the bigger picture
I say fuck that nigga that you fuckin’
She say that nigga rap, I say he couldn’t wrap a mummy
But let me pass the weed and stop passin’ judgement
Before I have to beat him like a dick, he had it comin’
Been eating so much pussy, man I’m startin’ to get chubby
Schoolin’ motherfuckers, I’m their favorite subject
Broomstick in my pants, I’m ’bout to go witch huntin’
I’m already loaded, these niggas still bufferin’
I fuck my girlfriend and her best friend, these niggas is lesbians
Don’t cross me like a pedestrian, I’m getting head watchin’ ESPN
She holdin’ me and carressin’ me
Don’t hate the player, hate the referee
If she F with me, I am definitely a necessity
[Chorus – Tyga & (Lil Wayne)]
Bitch I’m all you need (Tunechi)
Aghh, I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
Aghh, I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up bitch
500 degrees
Aghh, I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
Aghh, I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up bitch
500 degrees
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