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(feat. Offset of Migos)

[Intro]
D.A

[Verse 1: Tyga]
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 don’t even got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be rocking it like its fresh off the pan
Only when I’m taking pics, I’m the middle man
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the hand
3 million cash, call me rain man
Money like a shower, thats my rain dance
And we all in black, like it’s gang land
Say the wrong word, you be hang man
Watch me stick to your bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. what kind of car you in?
In the city love my name, nigga I ain’t gotta say it

[Chorus: Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
Its 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

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a fuckin nike
Me not icey, thats 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, yadiddamean

[Chorus: Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
Its 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

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset
Yeah, I’ma put the drip on a plate
Diamond ice glacier niggas imitate
Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach with the drac’
Slow case in the wraith, got this shit from bae
Diamonds set the par, the cookie hittin’ hard
The rari sittin’ hard, I’m [?] on mars
Shotgun shells we gon’ always hit the target
Popcorn bitch shell poppin’ out the car trick
3400 outside [?]
488, Ferrari
Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley
She wanna keep me company and never want depart me
Fishtail in the parking lot
I don’t kick it with these niggas cause they talk about cha
And I got the fire don’t make me spark it out cha
Keep it in my back pocket like it’s a wallet
Like the way she suck it suck it like a jolly
Stack it up and put it with the whole project
And she got the Patek on water [?]
I’m rich in real life, I get that private copy

[Chorus: Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah, thats cool, but he ain’t like me

[Outro: Tyga]
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

[Intro: Jay Rock & Kendrick Lamar]
Ayy this that east side Johnny big redemption life
Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
Hol’ up
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus: Jay Rock & Kendrick Lamar]
Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way yeah (yeah)
Get out the way, get the fuck up out my way, yeah (yeah)
You either with me or against me, ho (ho)
You either with me or (wait)
Win win, win, win, win (yeah)
Fuck everything else, win, win, win, win (win)
These niggas ain’t shit (mommy), win, win, win, win
Stop chasin’ that bitch (stop), win, win, win, win (yeah)

[Verse 1: Jay Rock & Kendrick Lamar]
Big Jay Rock go (go), on 10, 10, 10, 10s (on 10, 10, 10, 10s)
Exit at 4 (4), bring friend, friend, friend, friends (bring friend, friend, friend, friends)
Matte black two-door (door), jump in, in, in, in
You might wanna keep score (score), I win, win, win, win (I win, win, win, win)
Forearm tattoos (huh), that’s squad, squad, squad, squad (that’s squad, squad, squad, squad)
All of them gon’ shoot (huh), don’t try, try, try, try (don’t try, try, try, try)
I walk in room (huh), their eyes wide, wide, wide (eyes wide, wide, wide)
Third album comin’ soon (yeah), I’m glad y’all gon’ die (I’m glad y’all gon’ die)
I ain’t chasin’ after no bitch
I got bigger plans, I’m stayin’ rich (stayin’ rich)
I’ve been tapped in since I was six (like six)
I tap dance all on a brick (tap dance)
And your diamonds like tap water (tap water)
That shit way too foggy (clean it up)
These VVS’s way awesome (what’s up?)
[?] less for baby mama
Drop to your death without warnin’

[Chorus: Jay Rock & Kendrick Lamar]
Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way yeah (yeah)
Get out the way, get the fuck up out my way, yeah (yeah)
You either with me or against me, ho (ho)
You either with me or (wait)
Win win, win, win, win (yeah)
Fuck everything else, win, win, win, win (win)
These niggas ain’t shit (mommy), win, win, win, win
Stop chasin’ that bitch (stop), win, win, win, win (yeah)

[Verse 2: Jay Rock & Kendrick Lamar]
Fuck niggas don’t stay outside when I play outside
I put the beats on, I’m like Dre outside
I got the Bay outside, and L.A. outside
And if you act bad, I’ll bring the K outside
Go and get your money, bitch
None of my niggas on some funny shit
I can tell real by who you runnin’ with
I’m all in the field, duck huntin’, shit
Hit my plug just to re-up and he was like, “Boop, here”
Migo knew just what it was, flipped the whole dub and gave it back, “Boop, yeah”
911, no mileage, baby
9 ball, but no violence, baby
My trigger finger got callus, baby
My bare knuckles got talent, baby
I’m all in the wind with it, on Deuce line, I’ve been with it
She too fine, I been hit it, crashed two times, I limo-tinted my new ride
I’m ridin’ with the toaster (toaster)
12 better not pull me over (over)
Championship goin’ dumb
Nothin’ to somethin’, I won, bitch (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)

[Chorus: Jay Rock & Kendrick Lamar]
Get out the way, get out the way, get out the way yeah (yeah)
Get out the way, get the fuck up out my way, yeah (yeah)
You either with me or against me, ho (ho)
You either with me or (wait)
Win win, win, win, win (yeah)
Fuck everything else, win, win, win, win (win)
These niggas ain’t shit (mommy), win, win, win, win
Stop chasin’ that bitch (stop), win, win, win, win (yeah)

There’s that damn song, playin’ on the radio again.
Every time I hear it, feels like its ripping my heart out.

Everything was going fine, my friend.
Till I turned on the radio…the cuts too deep to let it out.
…so I thought…

That damn song brings me back to you,
All the hurts are tumbling out,
All locked up inside me…
… So I thought…

The tears are taking me for a ride, that damn song…
What did you expect?
Me, not to fall in love with you?…
Every time we kissed, time stood still…
It was real…
…so I thought…

That damn song brings me back to you,
All the hurts are tumbling out,
All locked up inside me…
… So I thought…

Spin down the barrel, the lead takes flight.
Such a sweet dessert, you can have it day or night.
Optical or laser sight, either way you get it right.
Spin down the barrel, the lead takes flight.

Suitcase in hand. Cheap shot a grand.
Need fix a problem, call.. I’m your man.
Optical or laser, either way you get it right.
Spin down the barrel, the lead takes flight.

Suitcase in hand. Cheap shot a grand.
Need fix a problem, call.. I’m your man.

Off in the distance
A small flash of light.
Spin down the barrel
Did you say your prayers last night

When you left, I felt like I was broken into…
I never felt like, I was good enough for you…

My first instinct, was right on true…
I should have run, when I first saw you…

When we kissed, you made me feel so alive…
Since you’ve been gone, all I do is cry…

Deep into darkness, my heart has went…
The Demons of Rejection, Hell has sent…
:::::::::::::
When you left, I felt like I was broken into…
I never felt like, I was good enough for you…

My first instinct, was right on true…
I should have run, when I first saw you…

When we kissed, you made me feel so alive…
Since you’ve been gone, all I do is cry…

Deep into darkness, my heart has went…
The Demons of Rejection, Hell has sent…