Tyga, bitch. (Oh oh oh) Yeah, Tyga-man, Gator, GED. '07's been a year. And uh, '08's gonna be a one.
Hey, hey, what's going on in the world Can it be a way I pronounce my Like, hey mama, my way, Heard you up good, baby, Be my maid, Oh, you got a Black? car, Pick one, plenty room in my cart, But no piece of can hurt my heart, I'm in a veggie-race, All I eat is cake, If I away, It'd be the last that I ate, Oh my my, signs, alive! Frankenstein! Tyga, I'm, Einstein, crimes, guy, I'm them angels tired, My talk, Baby look at my fucking dial!
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Hey, yo, how you doing? My is Gator All the room, I be gettin' that paper, Boy oh boy, I like to this, chick, and the tin it, then I it, I pa-poo-pa-pa for spinach, and it makes you like I'm trippin,' (I'm not) 'Cause you ain't taking the I'm trippin,' (I'm over here) No nightmares, is Christmas, I'll buy you you want, bitch, Lay off the shit-list, I'm and gettin,' And you forget this, Every dollar I see, my niggas pop bottles in the VIP, 'Cause you don't no better, But to get cheddar, every day, Yeah, that's Money, money, money, Yeah, my schedule, You too cheap, You talk to
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I'm getting dollar, I could do it eyes closed, And I'm on this check to come, When it get here going crazy, Like the ten-thousand-aire, I ain't hurtin' no-one I put it in the air, just self-made out of your age, Tell the to go to bed, 'Cause I hear your marketing highness, I cheese when I sing, Why Z, is your grade of a G? I'm on tour, Haters, you know to find me, Haters, you know to find me,
(Hey, you know ain't right, Tyga. This right, man.)
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