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Tyga

500 Degrees

 

500 Degrees

(альбом: Hotel California - 2013)


[Verse 1: Tyga]
T-raww, fuck y'all, money tall, dick large
Tiger in my backyard, bitches on my futon
Dog house, no dog, shootout, Chris Paul
Walking on the marble floor, take your fucking shoes off
Bitch this is fox fur, killing 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 (Adam), Cousin Lurch
Smoking 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
When I see more, I'm that whore from that little shop
Shop, 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 fucking look around

[Hook x2: Tyga]
Bitch I'm all you need
I say fuck them other niggas
Fuck them other niggas
Bitch I'm all you need
I'm the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up, bitch
500 degrees

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Thrilla manilla, I buy straight from the dealer
I 'm politicking in Paris, I'm buying statues and pillars
All from the Louvre nigga, mosaics from the museum
You niggas counting, you 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 dancing but my hand on my hip
Full clip, movie shit, Bruce Wayne, Alfred
Niggas want a verse, can't even get an ad-lib
I'm killing this shit, and I'm killing your mom
Over a set of time, the... are mine
I murdered this shit, just taking my time
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

[Hook x2: Tyga]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Tunechi over bitches
Smoking Color Purple, blunt fat as Oprah Winfrey
I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga, the nigga, nigga
I be snapping, I hope you get the bigger picture
I said fuck that nigga that you fucking
She say that nigga rap, I say he couldn't (w) rap a mummy
But let me pass the weed, and stop passing judgement
Before I have to beat him like a dick he had it coming
Been eating so much pussy, man I'm starting to get chubby
Schooling motherfuckers, I'm their favorite subject
Broomstick in my pants, I'm 'bout to go witch hunting
I'm already loaded, these niggas still buffering
I fuck my girlfriend and her best friend, these niggas is lesbians
Don't cross me like a pedestrian, I'm getting head watching ESPN
She holding me and carressing me
Don't hate the player, hate the referee
If she F with me, I am definitely a necessity

[Hook x2: Tyga]

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