Pia Mia LYRICS Do It Again (Lyric Video) ft. Chris Brown, Tyga
Pia Mia LYRICS Do It Again (Lyric Video) ft. Chris Brown, Tyga
"Do It Again"
(feat. Chris Brown & Tyga)
[Tyga:]
Bye, baby, they ain't fly, baby
Looking at the whip frame, that's a nice 'Cedez
You should throw it to me, like Tom Brady
With the long blonde hair, that's Marcia Brady
I'm all about your Lately Chelsea High handler, handle her
Got your legs racing hard on vacation
No exaggeration, said you amazing
Moving too fast, can't pace it
[Pia Mia (Tyga):]
Hey, boy, when I first met you
Thought it was special
I told you that
Hey, boy, up at Two Lover's Point,
When I kissed you I meant it
I wanna go back (I don't wanna go)
Wanna go back (but if you wanna go)
Can we go back (can we take it back) (I'll make it happen though)
Boy, can we go back (let's do it soon, boo)
[Chorus - Pia Mia 2x:]
It was nice to, nice to know ya, let's do it again
How we did it on a one night stand
Boy, I wanna be more than a friend to ya
Nice to, nice to know ya, let's do it again
How we did it on a one night stand
Boy, I wanna be more than a friend to ya
Let's do it again
[Chris Brown:]
Hey, baby, are you sure that you want it
All caught up in the moment? (let me know now)
Oh, baby, it got a little crazy on the first night
So I'ma have to do you better than the first time
I'm lovin' how you scratchin' and you grittin' your teeth
I'm lovin' how that booty shake when it's on me
You gotta nigga blowing up your caller ID
Guess it was all a set up, you got me
[Chorus - Pia Mia & Chris Brown]
[Pia Mia:]
I wanna go back (one more time)
Wanna go back (let's do it again)
Can we go back (can you take me, baby)
Boy, can we go back
[2x]
[Chorus - Pia Mia]
[Tyga:]
Pia, let me know
Tyga Lyrics Dope (Explicit) ft. Rick Ross
Tyga Lyrics Dope (Explicit) ft. Rick Ross Vevo Mv Official
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"Dope"
(feat. Rick Ross)
(feat. Rick Ross)
[Verse 1: Tyga]
T-raw rock my own kick game
8 figure deal figure how I'm
courtside at clip game
Still pop ace king shit I'm with rose
Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ
OK the day you beating me bitch no day
Bandz a make her dance that's
thousand dollar foreplay
AK get a full clip not a soundwave
You kissed her in her mouth, ask
her how my dick taste
Bitch nigga you don't want no
drama I'm worth a couple commas
It's death before dishonor
Last king come sign up all my shit be disgner
Extroardinary rhymer I bodied
yo' shit for nothin'
Wes, west up, hot temper
Get wet up she give me head not neck up
She clean the mess up
One false move death from gesture
Cash in the safe I don't feel no pressure
[Hook x2]
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dope
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Shit
She fuck hermes and the hustle
Crown on the watch she got
niggas still thuggin'
8.7 on the crib so fuck it
Went gold in a month so it ain't no budget
New chains, rollex links
New chick just to drag my mink
New car just to ride around here
Aviator crew we flies 'round here
Hating on hood niggas dying 'round here
Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard
Cars rockstar dope boys at odds
I done seen it all but it's back to these broads'
Hands clap like a nigga in the stadium
Million dollar chain but I'm rocking 8 of 'em
I see you sleeping boy don't
make me pick your label up
Scottie pipen on the dribble I just laid 'em up
Another triple got me tripping
like it's angel dust
We just winning all the women in my table ah
Say my name say my name nigga say my name
100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name
[Hook x2]
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dope
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes
[Verse 3: Tyga]
Chief rocka, pill popper
Tell them pull them things out
cause my car topless
Off topic, get on top it wish us some absence
So sincere in her belly, that's the nah shit
King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbin'
We taking your dollars creflo no white collar
I (pop pop) wish a nigga would call thomas
Bitch I'm the bomb call me the unabomber
Money in my game I'm driving
shit that's insane
You niggas stay in your lane no
playing ain't nothing changed
Pardon this good regime, I make
your girl david blaine
Murder was the case all the kids
say that nigga T-raw
[Hook x2]
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dope
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes
T-raw rock my own kick game
8 figure deal figure how I'm
courtside at clip game
Still pop ace king shit I'm with rose
Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ
OK the day you beating me bitch no day
Bandz a make her dance that's
thousand dollar foreplay
AK get a full clip not a soundwave
You kissed her in her mouth, ask
her how my dick taste
Bitch nigga you don't want no
drama I'm worth a couple commas
It's death before dishonor
Last king come sign up all my shit be disgner
Extroardinary rhymer I bodied
yo' shit for nothin'
Wes, west up, hot temper
Get wet up she give me head not neck up
She clean the mess up
One false move death from gesture
Cash in the safe I don't feel no pressure
[Hook x2]
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dope
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Shit
She fuck hermes and the hustle
Crown on the watch she got
niggas still thuggin'
8.7 on the crib so fuck it
Went gold in a month so it ain't no budget
New chains, rollex links
New chick just to drag my mink
New car just to ride around here
Aviator crew we flies 'round here
Hating on hood niggas dying 'round here
Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard
Cars rockstar dope boys at odds
I done seen it all but it's back to these broads'
Hands clap like a nigga in the stadium
Million dollar chain but I'm rocking 8 of 'em
I see you sleeping boy don't
make me pick your label up
Scottie pipen on the dribble I just laid 'em up
Another triple got me tripping
like it's angel dust
We just winning all the women in my table ah
Say my name say my name nigga say my name
100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name
[Hook x2]
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dope
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes
[Verse 3: Tyga]
Chief rocka, pill popper
Tell them pull them things out
cause my car topless
Off topic, get on top it wish us some absence
So sincere in her belly, that's the nah shit
King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbin'
We taking your dollars creflo no white collar
I (pop pop) wish a nigga would call thomas
Bitch I'm the bomb call me the unabomber
Money in my game I'm driving
shit that's insane
You niggas stay in your lane no
playing ain't nothing changed
Pardon this good regime, I make
your girl david blaine
Murder was the case all the kids
say that nigga T-raw
[Hook x2]
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dope
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes
Tyga Lyrics Do My Dance (Explicit) ft. 2 Chainz
Tyga Lyrics Do My Dance (Explicit) ft. 2 Chainz Vevo Music Video Official
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"Do My Dance"
[Intro]
Fuck this pussy boy, fuck it!
Fuck it right boy!
(you know I love it when you)
Fuck it, fuck it right boy
[Hook]
Do my dance on your dick, Ooh you know you love this shit. [x4]
Do my dance on your chick, Ooh you know she love the dick. [x4]
[Verse 1: Tyga]
(Uh)
Lamborghini, you don’t even see me
Bad bitch, no bikini taking shots of Henny
Order calamari, say she want that fettucini
5 Star bitches, my bitches don’t eat at Denny’s
Run the city, you runnin’ laps trying to get with me
I’m all in her red skin, like I play for Washington
I’m five eight, but six ten
My dick stand like Superman
Shoulder lean that bitch, shoulder lean that bitch
Mills cause I’m hot. Trigger finger keep that pussy wet
Bills in my fists, shawty she gon’ dance on my dick
Mills cause I’m hot. Trigger finger keep that pussy wet
Bills in my fists, shawty she gon’ dance on my dick
[Hook]
[Verse 2: 2Chainz]
(2Chainz! Uh)
She got her booty cheeks on my Louie sheets
She can do it on a pole, but can she do it on me
Her flexing ass, let me see you flex that ass
I don’t call I just text that ass about special bags
Python, all gold no ice on
Nothing but shaved pussy in my iPhone
And this right here a no fly zone
And you are not us, so don’t try holmes
I buy cars, I buy homes
My antidote for my catapult. I’m up through there
Foreign shoes, these a new pair
Chains on, this two pair
Make your girl buy new hair
Wear that pussy out, like new gear
Hoe
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tyga]
Fuck yeah bitch, throw it back. Don’t be scared of it. [x3]
Fuck yeah bitch, throw it back
(Yea)
Throw it back
(Fat bitch)
Throw it back
(Yea, yea)
Throw it back
(Dank bitch)
Don’t be scared of it
[Outro]
Do my dance on your dick, Ooh you know you love this shit. [x3]
Do my dance on your chick, Ooh you know she love the dick
Fuck it right boy
Fuck it right boy
Fuck it, fuck it right boy
Fuck it right boy
Fuck it, fuck it right boy
Fuck this pussy boy, fuck it!
Fuck it right boy!
(you know I love it when you)
Fuck it, fuck it right boy
[Hook]
Do my dance on your dick, Ooh you know you love this shit. [x4]
Do my dance on your chick, Ooh you know she love the dick. [x4]
[Verse 1: Tyga]
(Uh)
Lamborghini, you don’t even see me
Bad bitch, no bikini taking shots of Henny
Order calamari, say she want that fettucini
5 Star bitches, my bitches don’t eat at Denny’s
Run the city, you runnin’ laps trying to get with me
I’m all in her red skin, like I play for Washington
I’m five eight, but six ten
My dick stand like Superman
Shoulder lean that bitch, shoulder lean that bitch
Mills cause I’m hot. Trigger finger keep that pussy wet
Bills in my fists, shawty she gon’ dance on my dick
Mills cause I’m hot. Trigger finger keep that pussy wet
Bills in my fists, shawty she gon’ dance on my dick
[Hook]
[Verse 2: 2Chainz]
(2Chainz! Uh)
She got her booty cheeks on my Louie sheets
She can do it on a pole, but can she do it on me
Her flexing ass, let me see you flex that ass
I don’t call I just text that ass about special bags
Python, all gold no ice on
Nothing but shaved pussy in my iPhone
And this right here a no fly zone
And you are not us, so don’t try holmes
I buy cars, I buy homes
My antidote for my catapult. I’m up through there
Foreign shoes, these a new pair
Chains on, this two pair
Make your girl buy new hair
Wear that pussy out, like new gear
Hoe
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tyga]
Fuck yeah bitch, throw it back. Don’t be scared of it. [x3]
Fuck yeah bitch, throw it back
(Yea)
Throw it back
(Fat bitch)
Throw it back
(Yea, yea)
Throw it back
(Dank bitch)
Don’t be scared of it
[Outro]
Do my dance on your dick, Ooh you know you love this shit. [x3]
Do my dance on your chick, Ooh you know she love the dick
Fuck it right boy
Fuck it right boy
Fuck it, fuck it right boy
Fuck it right boy
Fuck it, fuck it right boy
Tyga Lyrics I'm Gone (Explicit) ft. Big Sean
Tyga Lyrics I'm Gone (Explicit) ft. Big Sean Vevo Mv Official
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"I'm Gone"
(feat. Big Sean)
(feat. Big Sean)
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ugh, looking around glass, my future is in the past
I’m re-arranging my life, I’m single and now I laugh
All of the moments we had, beginning and just the end
At the end, still ain't friends, heard I was on your hit list
Damn, now I’m driving Ferrari fucking random bitches
People saying I made it but I don’t feel too different
Wayne told me “Close your eyes, they’ll never see your Vision”
So I stay ready to die behind these Biggie lenses
Reinventing all the Audemars/Breguet shit
Just left the hood, word to the 5th Dist
Bout to cop a G to the roof like Diddy
And my city color purple nigga, no ceiling
It take time when you plying on the beat
I kill it, I bet I kill it
Producer witness to see
Bitches standing on they feet, handicap get out your seat
Got that buzz: Lil B, sting a bitch: Ali
Compare tighter rappers, but my songs greater
Just compare me to dope dealers and ball players
Cause I’m a dope ass nigga and I ball player
Never save a hoe, can’t even get a Life Saver
She gon fuck her way to the top and fall later
So I'mma fuckin never call her later
Ugh, Skinny nigga got my weight up
Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing?
We ain't racing, Mufucka I’m gone!
[Hook]
Middle finger to my haters, mu-fucka why you hating? I’m gone
I ain’t really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga, I’m gone
Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I’m gone
Even though I’m out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I’m gone
[Verse 2: Tyga]
She fuckin with me, these niggas ain’t fuckin with me
Got my mind on my money, my money piling up hundreds
You say you did it, I done it
You old nigga, I’m younger
You fold up under pressure
I’m good straighter then stretchers, Ugh
Bitches pecking my wood: Wood Chuckka Chuckka
Never gave 2 fucks: Double Rubbers
Now your color turn your face to a red Gusher
And your girl stick it to me like a car bumper
Never depended on anyone co-dependent
Kept my thoughts to myself, I don’t need opinions
No middle mans, in the middle of my sands
Niggas thing they sweet, they can’t even pay their incidentals
I’m detrimental, on any instrumental
I ain’t pullin teeth, nigga better hide your pillow
To these rappers to the fucking grizzle
Bad to the bone, Red Zippers, Mike Jizzle, Nigga gone
[Hook x2]
Middle finger to my haters, mu-fucka why you hating? I’m gone
I ain’t really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga, I’m gone
Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I’m gone
Even though I’m out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I’m gone
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
B.I.G., Finally Famous in this
I say fuck sleep stayed up, fuck you, pay up
Always got the paycheck, never took a pay cut
Payday'll be worth all the broke nights I stayed up
So in my cup I’m mixing up whatever dreams are made of
Not too many Young G’s made it where I am
So I was waiting on a doctor man, patient as I am
I guess the Young D-Boy made it into a man
With girls half-naked around, like we finna land the sand
Red-eyes to Rome and they connecting to France
With some bomb-ass pussy, that bitch came straight from Iran
My jewelry made in Japan, I’m off California drugs
And where I made my money? Nigga all of the above
I could count my inner circle on my hands and my feet
Passing joints long as a branch cause it’s family tree
Doing “kush-ups” man cause the Weed too strong
I’m a G + One what’s that muthafucka? That’s gone
Ugh, looking around glass, my future is in the past
I’m re-arranging my life, I’m single and now I laugh
All of the moments we had, beginning and just the end
At the end, still ain't friends, heard I was on your hit list
Damn, now I’m driving Ferrari fucking random bitches
People saying I made it but I don’t feel too different
Wayne told me “Close your eyes, they’ll never see your Vision”
So I stay ready to die behind these Biggie lenses
Reinventing all the Audemars/Breguet shit
Just left the hood, word to the 5th Dist
Bout to cop a G to the roof like Diddy
And my city color purple nigga, no ceiling
It take time when you plying on the beat
I kill it, I bet I kill it
Producer witness to see
Bitches standing on they feet, handicap get out your seat
Got that buzz: Lil B, sting a bitch: Ali
Compare tighter rappers, but my songs greater
Just compare me to dope dealers and ball players
Cause I’m a dope ass nigga and I ball player
Never save a hoe, can’t even get a Life Saver
She gon fuck her way to the top and fall later
So I'mma fuckin never call her later
Ugh, Skinny nigga got my weight up
Middle finger to my haters, why you chasing?
We ain't racing, Mufucka I’m gone!
[Hook]
Middle finger to my haters, mu-fucka why you hating? I’m gone
I ain’t really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga, I’m gone
Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I’m gone
Even though I’m out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I’m gone
[Verse 2: Tyga]
She fuckin with me, these niggas ain’t fuckin with me
Got my mind on my money, my money piling up hundreds
You say you did it, I done it
You old nigga, I’m younger
You fold up under pressure
I’m good straighter then stretchers, Ugh
Bitches pecking my wood: Wood Chuckka Chuckka
Never gave 2 fucks: Double Rubbers
Now your color turn your face to a red Gusher
And your girl stick it to me like a car bumper
Never depended on anyone co-dependent
Kept my thoughts to myself, I don’t need opinions
No middle mans, in the middle of my sands
Niggas thing they sweet, they can’t even pay their incidentals
I’m detrimental, on any instrumental
I ain’t pullin teeth, nigga better hide your pillow
To these rappers to the fucking grizzle
Bad to the bone, Red Zippers, Mike Jizzle, Nigga gone
[Hook x2]
Middle finger to my haters, mu-fucka why you hating? I’m gone
I ain’t really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga, I’m gone
Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I’m gone
Even though I’m out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I’m gone
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
B.I.G., Finally Famous in this
I say fuck sleep stayed up, fuck you, pay up
Always got the paycheck, never took a pay cut
Payday'll be worth all the broke nights I stayed up
So in my cup I’m mixing up whatever dreams are made of
Not too many Young G’s made it where I am
So I was waiting on a doctor man, patient as I am
I guess the Young D-Boy made it into a man
With girls half-naked around, like we finna land the sand
Red-eyes to Rome and they connecting to France
With some bomb-ass pussy, that bitch came straight from Iran
My jewelry made in Japan, I’m off California drugs
And where I made my money? Nigga all of the above
I could count my inner circle on my hands and my feet
Passing joints long as a branch cause it’s family tree
Doing “kush-ups” man cause the Weed too strong
I’m a G + One what’s that muthafucka? That’s gone
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