- Tyga Love To **** 歌詞
- Tyga
- Now the lobster dont even have a price next to it
It just says 'Seasoned'
So you know what that means
A brother gotta pay 28 dollars
Uh, house at the top (Top)
Party at my spot (Spot)
Rottweilers out (Ah)
Gotta secure the lot (Lot)
Fake ****** out (Bah)
Bring them burners out ( Bah)
And its word of mouth (Yeah)
You always run your mouth (Yeah)
Breathin in the loud
Blowin clouds
Hunnid thou (Yeah)
Time is now (Now)
We just ******
In and out (Pew)
I cant love you (Nah)
Im so wild
Same time
Who gon be the one to turn you out?
Wanna do it cause I do it
Oh, you funny now?
***** gettin on my nerves
I just leave the house
Now Im sleepin at my other ***** house (Ha)
Uh, Louis bags on the couch
Camouflage with the hunnids
Now Im cummin in her mouth (Yeah)
And if she catch feelings, got a feelin Ill be out
But she cool, so Im likin how this **** is turnin out (Yeah)
And she know its on the low
And we both keep it low
She got crack, I got ****
She the X, Im the smoke
Its like murder on the rope
And we on death row
And the *** so good
Its so hard sayin no
If your ***** found out
Then my girlll kill us both
And we both love to ****
And we both love to ** **
Yeah, we both love
When good aint good enough
And hey, if I get you some lobster and some Moet
You know whats happenin' after that
We both love to **** (no)
What does happen?
Im goin deep-sea diving, haha(We both love to ****)
Uh , take you out the shower (Shower)
I call the shots (Shots)
Im the ****** boss (Boss)
Put you in a loft (Loft)
You can get a lot (Yeah)
If you play your role (What?)
Got you comin over (What?)
Cookin on the stove
These ******* are bold
They gon hate (**** em)
Money talk (Yeah)
******** walk
They gon try to **** it up
Tell you I aint ****
Judgin by my outfit
Yeah, Im the ****
Icicle wrist
Caught a milli on the lick
Same ******* that I hit
Still on your list
Yeah, Im Gods gift
Givin like Im Saint Nick (Pew)
Im the ghetto Bill Gates
Give me ten years (Yeah)
Uh , chop chop when I switch gears
Bustin make her ***** wet
Cummin in the V12
I aint even put it in
Bustin in your seatbelt
Squirtin on that interior of the 812 (Go)
Seashell (Uh)
Maybach ill (Go)
And it came with the luggage, that is too trill (Trill)
Boy, you not a big deal til you makin deals (Deals)
And Im kinda a big deal to keep it real (Ha)
Keep your picture in my phone
Man, them times is real
If you happy with the throne
Then just let me live
I aint hidin
I aint runnin
The way Im movin
Got you wonderin
When good aint good enough
Yeah, you know you right cause my**** is only two inches
From the ground
Isnt he crazy
And she know its on the low
And we both keep it low
She got crack, I got ** **
She the X, Im the smoke
Its like murder on the rope
And we on death row
And the *** so good
Its so hard sayin no
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