Tyga – Dad’s Letter Lyrics
[Intro:]
Smoke dawg baby, remember that shit.
[Tyga:]
Young light skinned, born ??
Since I was 10 prolly name all the trouble I did.
Neva participated I’m like fuck all them other kids
Like I don’t owe you child shit when I make it big
But a little respect, ??
Never raised a gentlemen like Ne-Yo said.
Lookin for hero heads, but I don’t see none yet.
All my friends weenin cigarette so I take a hit,
(cough cough)
That’s some potent shit.
Ol’ nigga police man, I ain’t scared a shit,
But hell yeah I ran.
Lost my money clip ever since wrap rubberbands.
Biggity bam ?? skin made a couple of grands.
Fast forward to the 4th escort I ball ??
Too quick 14 no license, that’s some mar full shit
Now must stack ketchup like condenments
Kinda jss wish you taught me how to be a man. cuhs
[Chorus:]
Growin up all I wanted was a father figure
Me & mom alone every dinner.
One day I hope you hear this I pray you doin better.
This what it sound like if I sent my dad letters.
If I sent my dad letters.
This what it sound like if I sent my dad letters.
One day I hope you hear this I pray you doin better.
This what it sound like if I sent my dad a letter.
[Tyga:]
Word is, 10th grade kick out the crib
Like where I go from here, lucky I had a girlfriend.
Remember money make the world spin
Runnin around the big body benz wonderin who in this thats pedestrian
Spoiled kid, never that.
Worked to hard to get where I’m at.
Think of fuck school, but next semester I be back
I hated rules, but ?? often dream of that.
Dream of meetin you dad.
Moms really getting mad when I call you that.
I don’t understand
Your phone numbers all I ask.
She laughs with her jaw dropped like the movie mask.
Damn so I then reply resort to raising my own little man.
But I’m too young for that, wait I take that back
I shoulda used the hat. my girl gettin fat.
Whatever results make sure that, I’ll be there like you wasn’t dad.
[Chorus:]
Growin up all I wanted was a father figure
Me & mom alone every dinner.
One day I hope you hear this I pray you doin better.
This what it sound like if I sent my dad letters.
If I sent my dad letters.
This what it sound like if I sent my dad letters.
One day I hope you hear this I pray you doin better.
This what it sound like if I sent my dad a letter.
[Tyga:]
Double 09 lately its been on my mind.
The pain eatin me alive one verse at a time.
And this heart problem ain’t helpin at all.
Its a cardiac diagnose, just wanna stay at home.
Dyin slow so I bought a fast car, and a couple of charms.
Now family and old friends wanna be involved.
Some nigga tryna marry mom he like my songs.
I find it odd sometimes wanna fucking shoot his head off.
Am in the wrong, didn’t think so movin on.
Im working on my new album if you singing songs.
But rap is what I does.
Turnin 20 soon, then 21 then 22 like ?? was.
Everybody sleeepin on me time to wake em upp.
Now everybody chasinn us like they missed the bus
& girls wanna roll like a blunt
P.S. your only son.
[Chorus:]
Growin up all I wanted was a father figure
Me & mom alone every dinner.
One day I hope you hear this I pray you doin better.
This what it sound like if I sent my dad letters.
If I sent my dad letters.
This what it sound like if I sent my dad letters.
One day I hope you hear this I pray you doin better.
This what it sound like if I sent my dad a letter.
Tyga – Diddy Bop Lyrics
In My
In My
In my…
In my diddy bop
In my diddy bop
Boss through the city
boss boss
Through the city block [x2]
GD
Yung…Money
In my diddy bop
In my diddy bop
Boss through the city
boss boss
Through the city block
One verse…
One hearse tight…Nigga
In my diddy bop
In my diddy bop
Boss through the city
boss boss
Through the city block
Shit
I approach it wit my nose lit
No scent
Since I’m gauranteed in the lead I’m in
Ball bottle buying,
Papi sick no medicine
Sippin the elegant swank
Walk like elephants
Smooth the scene
Canvas color is green
I don’t move unless the car clean
Call me
Dial Money in between
the boss like Bosley
You wont see but you heard it’s me
I’m one of the henches hurdel-in
Murderer
I murder them
This trophy my evidence
It’s evident
Evidently niggas bitches full of Estrogen
In the corridor
Never bored
Get busy BITCH
Seven doors had that white whore on some corny shit
Me
I support chicks
poor em in that spore shit
Tell em get that morgage
Morgan bring more in
forced into foursomes
Now she a TOP bitch
Cashed in
I Be on my Diddy Shit
In my diddy bop
In my diddy bop
Boss through the city
boss boss
Through the city block
I told yall
One verse… on hearse nigga
In my diddy bop
In my diddy bop
Boss through the city
boss boss
Through the city block
you want more?
well I’m a CEO
In my diddy bop
In my diddy bop
Boss through the city
boss boss
Through the city block
Yeah
Rule em ALL
In my diddy bop
In my diddy bop
Boss through the city
boss boss
Through the city block [x5]
[fade out on 5th one]
Tyga feat. Lil Wayne – Lay You Down Lyrics
[Lil Wayne:]
Hello world my name is not important.
Today its about (Tyga) yes sir, lay you (lay you) lay you (lay you) down.
Yeah, let’s go.. Ima sit back and smoke.. I might grab my guitar.
[Hook:]
I got these bullets in the cham-ber
Don’t make me let off a round
If my lifes in dan-ger
I’m gonna lay you down lay you down
Ya lifes in my cham-ber
Don’t make me let off a round
If my lifes in dan-ger
I’m gonna lay you down lay you down
[Tyga:]
Uhh I ain a killer but don’t push me
Far from a saint, don’t play that reggie bushing
Face covered, Louie hoodie oh he rock skinnies bet we get’em still
(Lay you) pow pow (lay you down) Won’t even be present for witness
Wayne said it, send a debit, what them boys charge for it
Recycle her boyfriend, wanna fight box him in, card board
Tyga star, haters home, look up, yup, I’m on tour
What you plottin for, Part four
[Hook:]
I got these bullets in the cham-ber
Don’t make me let off a round (so like I said)
If my lifes in dan-ger (or better yet like he said)
I’m gonna lay you down lay you down
Ya lifes in my cham-ber
Don’t make me let off a round
If my lifes in dan-ger
I’m gonna lay you down lay you down (get em boy)
[Tyga:]
I be calm til the moment, souls should be roaming (fly)
Your lifes in a toilet, shit get it on homie
Thought he knew me, put 5 on it, bet I’m no looneys toon
Tell’em this ain’t no Daffy Duck movie, for sure
My jewelry got that daff punk glow to it
That’s why they lookin, participants, I’m no rookie(s)
Get paid the salary, look at me, but don’t stand cuz their, right here
View my mirrors hell yeah
[Hook:]
I got these bullets in the cham-ber
Don’t make me let off a round (so like I said)
If my lifes in dan-ger (or better yet like he said)
I’m gonna lay you down lay you down
Ya lifes in my cham-ber
Don’t make me let off a round
If my lifes in dan-ger
I’m gonna lay you down lay you down (get em boy)
[Lil Wayne:]
You heard me! Better make me love you baby!
Ah ehmmmm, reportin live from the barrel (Get’em)
Two tear drops under that eye on the sparrow (Uhhh)
I’m from a small place they call Uptown where we (lay you) where we (lay you (hahaha!) down)
Like concrete in the driveway, shoot sideways like O Dog on Menace
Leave yo’ brains in yo’ tennis, I’m the renaissance man
So put me in the book and I got my pistol on the hook sanging… hahaha!
[Hook:]
I got these bullets in the cham-ber
Don’t make me let off a round
If my lifes in dan-ger
I’m gonna lay you down lay you down
Ya lifes in my cham-ber
Don’t make me let off a round
If my lifes in dan-ger
I’m gonna lay you down lay you down
[Lil Wayne:]
When I say fuck yall.. I really mean mammy mutha fuck all yall.
Tyga Tyga, (lay you) Young Money, (lay you (I thought you knew) down)
Lay you (lay you) lay you (lay you) down
Tyga – Gettin’ Gettin’ Lyrics
It’s Tyga, bitch. (Oh oh oh)
Yeah, Tyga-man, Gator, GED.
’07′s been a great year.
And uh, ’08′s gonna be a better one.
[Tyga:]
Hey, hey, what’s going on in the world today?
Can it be a way I pronounce my age?
Like, hey lil’ mama,
Come my way,
Heard you clean up good, baby,
Be my maid,
Oh, you got a tarp?
Black? Silver car,
Pick one, plenty room in my shopping cart,
But no piece of meat can hurt my heart,
Translate: I’m in a veggie-race,
All I eat is green-colored cake,
If I fade away,
It’d be the last thing that I ate,
Oh my my,
Dollar signs,
It’s alive!
Frankenstein!
Tyga,
I’m,
Einstein,
Rappin’ crimes,
Flier guy,
I’m make them angels tired,
My whip talk,
Baby like look at my fucking dial!
[Chorus]
Gettin,’ gettin,’
Every,
Every day,
I’m,
Gettin,’ gettin,’
Every,
Every day,
I’m,
Gettin,’ gettin,’
Every,
Every day,
I’m,
Gettin,’ gettin,’
Every,
Every dollar
[Gator:]
Hey, yo, how you doing? My name is Gator
All around the room, I be gettin’ that paper,
Boy oh boy, I like to spin this,
chick, and the tin it,
then I kicked it,
I pa-poo-pa-pa for that spinach,
and it makes you feel like I’m trippin,’ (I’m not)
‘Cause you ain’t taking the trips I’m trippin,’ (I’m over here)
No nightmares, everyday is Christmas,
I’ll buy you what you want, bitch,
Lay off the shit-list,
I’m gettin’ and gettin,’
And don’t you forget this,
Every dollar that I see,
While my niggas pop bottles in the VIP,
‘Cause you don’t know no better,
But to get that cheddar,
Hauntin’ every day,
Yeah, that’s forever
Money, money, money,
Yeah, that’s my schedule,
You talk too cheap,
You talk to ever
[Chorus]
Gettin,’ gettin,’
Every,
Every day,
I’m,
Gettin,’ gettin,’
Every,
Every day,
I’m,
Gettin,’ gettin,’
Every,
Every day,
I’m,
Gettin,’ gettin,’
Every,
Every dollar
[Tyga:]
The song is not over.
We just have to take a quick intermission.
Whoo, tired.
[Music stops]
Bring it back.
[Music resumes]
[Chorus]
Gettin,’ gettin,’
Every,
Every day,
I’m,
Gettin,’ gettin,’
Every,
Every day,
I’m,
Gettin,’ gettin,’
Every,
Every day, (Oh, oh)
I’m,
Gettin,’ gettin,’
Every,
Every dollar (Oh)
Every,
Every day,
I’m,
Gettin,’ gettin,’
Every,
Every day,
I’m,
Gettin,’ gettin,’
Every,
Every day, (Oh, oh)
I’m,
Gettin,’ gettin,’
Every,
Every dollar
[Tyga:]
I’m getting every dollar,
I could do it with eyes closed,
And I’m waiting on this check to come,
When it get here motherfuckers going crazy,
Like the thousand-year ten-thousand-aire,
I ain’t hurtin’ no-one when I put it in the air,
Them just self-made out of your age,
Tell the old-head to go to bed,
‘Cause I don’t hear your marketing highness,
I hear cheese when I sing,
Why Z, is your skill grade of a G?
I’m still on tour,
Haters, you know where to find me,
Haters, you know where to find me,
(Hey, you know this ain’t right, Tyga.
This ain’t right, man.)
Gettin,’ gettin,’
Every,
Every dollar
Tyga – Party Over Here Lyrics
Hey lil mama, what’s poppin tonight tho
[Chorus:]
Its a party over here, party party over here, party party over here, party party party over here, said get ya mink up, throwing money in my cup, said get ya mink up, throwing money in my cup, its a party over here, party party over here, party party over here, party party party over here, said get ya mink up, throwing money in my cup, said get ya mink up, throwing money in my cup, its a party over here, party party over here, party party over here, party party party over here, said get ya mink up, throwing money in my cup, said get ya mink up, throwing money in my cup
[Verse 1:]
Uh, t-killa cali no3 fly niqqa, when I enter the party get all the bitches, waves spinning, colors in my leed denim, fuck fuck them haters they already no3 the business, I’m back bitches, came on some whole different, I gotta kill it, I came with the roof missing, they aint see it, why you got ya face in it, I play women, nice game then I’m finished, ahhhh, bang bang shitty shitty, she work the pole get that nice little tipy tipy, she wanna drink take a sipy sipy, she said she smoke weed, real sticky yicky, I’m I’m the hottest niqqa, up up in every city, I can pay for it, but they just give it to me, haha, I still spend money till I’m dizzy, the white girl say tyga tyga its a its a
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I’m minked up, throwing money in my chucks, I make it rain dear when
It comes to bucks, don’t hang dear if you aint tryna fuck, I’m tryna hit it from the back I don’t want the front, uh, hot for the next 10 summers, young money mother sookers you gotta love us, tell homegirl lose my numba, tryna play wit me, I aint ya play brother, bummer, I had to give the news to her, I wouldve sooner but ill be over noovers, I could teach ya but I’m not a tutor, young money long money get a ruler, turn the song up kids they gon jerk to it, if we talking rap, what’s your worth to it, if we talking paper, we don burn through it, this for my Geez tho but everybody bop to it like
[Chorus]
Uhh, everytime I see a girl I’m like, hey lil mama, black girls, white girls, I’m like hey lil mama, asian girls, spanish girls, I’m like hey lil mama, shit every girl I see I’m like, hey lil mama
[Chorus]