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Moving Backwards : Tyga

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First scene
Producers pointin like action
As the chain swings
Lettin shine no sheen
Just my dream
Turn reality
Well done they say to me
How flatterin
I’m just makin it work like batteries
Abuse and batter me
But never wanna challenge me
Leave em shiverin
Lookin in the mirror, like who can f-ck with him?
Young troublesome, that the ladies love!
Packed show at the club, who said wait til 21?
Asked who booked, promoter didn’t even look my way
Ha, ok
Party people doin what i say
Hands in the air pat ya belly thats enough ay
Just seein how much i can get away with
Lookin for a bird to get away with
Fly in my space ship
Take her back to where i live
Next to god crib
You ain’t never been higher than this
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Young hollywood star livin lavish
Lookin back what a habit
Everybody like what happened?
Feel like i’m movin backwards
Tyga please show out for the camera
Now everythings flashin
Sittin here like what happened
Feel like i’m movin backwards

Will your friends go
If u had to choose
International will we travelin til we old and blue
That’s how family do
But what about if they didn’t pay they dues
Well i guess i’ll pay that to
Accountant tellin me how much i withdrew
In the last past year or 2
Ain’t gotta say it so loud, ya know
I’m just tryin to keep my people proud
I’m the one they countin on to bring the members around
I ain’t kiddin my mind is far from small child
I’m on some mike tyson s-it up in the first round
Knock ya down
And then i smile
Throw in the towel
I’m so foul
X-rayin every girl blouse
Forgive me, i’m back calm now
Less energy
Late-ly
I don’t know what’s gotten in to me

Young hollywood star livin lavish
Lookin back what a habit
Everybody like what happened?
Feel like i’m movin backwards
Tyga please show out for the camera
Now everythings flashin
Sittin here like what happened
Feel like i’m movin backwards

My heart beats
Echoes into the cold streets
Where nightmares and darkness begin to meet
As i see
Nobody cares about my history
Not even me
Holdin tight to my rosary
I’m just hopin, someone notice me
Hopefully
Sign a cd
But right now, does it look to shabby t?
Look down cant even see my feet
Everyhings blurry
But now, no more worries for me
Maybe go on maury
As the rapper that used to be
These days they wont even accept me
Except me
Some excedrin
To get rid of conseption
Drugs r a blessin
To someone with no breakfast, damn
It’s so hard bein exited, out
Tryin to figure out
What my whole lifes… Been about
Cant even do that right
Will i ever see the light
We back in the limelight mike
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Young hollywood star livin lavish
Lookin back what a habit
Everybody like what happened?
Feel like i’m movin backwards
Tyga please show out for the camera
Now everythings flashin
Sittin here like what happened
Feel like i’m movin backwards

First Time : Tyga

Latest track by American rapper, Tyga with titled "First Time" will be featured on his upcoming second studio album, "Careless World" slated for released in 2011. The track features singer and producer, Pharrell.

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[Pharrell - Chorus]
I know you wanna feel the girl (first time)
now take it easy the first time
first time, first time, first time, first time
first time, first time, first time

[Tyga]
first time, I aint trying to hurt you now
but I think I’m in love for the first time
top 9 certified
but I think I’m love for the first time
top 9 certified
I think I’m love for the first time
http://song-by-lyrics.blogspot.com/2010/10/tyga-first-time-lyrics-and-video.html
[Tyga- Verse 1]
First time I laid eyes
I looked around, heaven’s angel from the sky
it must be a message from God
cause you the only thing on my mind
let me show you why
tunnel of love let’s float inside
girl grab my hand now hold your ride
take a chance for life, roll the dice
next day we in paradise
promise to be loyal when honest
help out your family
with a couple dollars
I do my best for you
cause you my shorty
so rest your head on my shoulders
it feels good, don’t it baby

[Chorus]

[Tyga- Verse 2]
I know you aint scared of tiger’s
I get around, they say my sex on fire (fire)
do it all night, keep you smiling
used to be a player but I’m retired
ugh, as I lay down right beside ya
no shirt, it’s kinda hard to be quiet
she said hold me close never let go
I got that good love girl, oh you didn’t know
uh, give ya kiss, ear to ya neck
relax, rub ya back
make it wet
I know love have you going crazy
but it feel good, don’t it baby
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[Chorus]

[Pharrell - Bridge]
Hey young girl, irl-ir-ir-irl-irl (wassup baby)
Hey young girl, irl-ir-ir-irl-irl (ever been in love)
Hey young girl, irl-ir-ir-irl-irl (I know you wanna feel it)
Hey young girl, irl-ir-ir-irl-irl

[Chorus]

BMF Freestyle : Tyga

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First of all I aint feeling y’all
feel the f-cking heat defrost
fill the spoon full of food
aint enough to feed the room
I don’t have to goon, twizla boy split you to
cherry red Rover roof
crips to confuse you
you can say I blue’s you
better than I bruised you
all you n-ggas copycats doing sh-t I used to
oh you tatted too, n-gga f-ck you
my b-tch aint got no tatts I hit her from the back
I spend south of France all that other sh-t is wack
sling shot it in the ear than I let the sh-t collapse
money is my pet peeve, give me hourly
if there is none at all, than I’m pissed off
I listen to Rick Ross and I know Ricky Ross
I’m Leonardo in Inception, reserve my section
I do dreams put you in a bubble, benz or Lexus
I Will Smith the necklace, I do it effortless
http://song-by-lyrics.blogspot.com/2010/09/tyga-bmf-freestyle-lyrics-and-video.html
b-tch all eyes on me
the future’s in my eyes,
(?) b-tches, b-tches bring lies
one n-gga jealous than the muthfucker dies
figure you aint scary if you did the crime
now prepare its dinnertime
dimmer the lights, lemon with ice
look it at twice its fizzling sprite
brown do the belly nice
no coca cola, I don’t drink soda
black beenie n-gga, like a f-cking smoker
they say I’m bout to blow up like super nova
put your helmet on, the bulldozing dopest
how you sh-tting on ‘em and aint got sh-t on ‘em
it killes me to know it, you Melanie Fiona
Ohhh, remove yourself from my scrotum
Ohhh, remove yourself, remove yourself
Ohhh, remove yourself from my scrotum
pull your whole car I thought I told you.

Hard In The Paint : Tyga

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[Tyga]
I aint never been cheap
I spend it all
never made Varsity but I f-cking ball
14 f-ck school I’m a rapper dawg
snap back boy take that f-cking fitted off
fall to they knees plead for their right to breath
Lord please devour all my enemies
that was Pac talking B-tch now back up off me
I’m that yellow gold boss and you looking bossy
walk the water if I could b-tch I think I’m Moses
tell em shut the f-ck up with that comotion
I’m counting money get enough, get a promotion
I sizzling up, hotter than a bowl of momma porridge
whole body covered in green like Dinosaurus
gimme neck, baby bend all your spinal chords
uh uh, (?) ass goofy
tryna blend in like a muthaf-cking smoker
take a seat you f-cking up the movie
I’m on the couch standing while you staring at the movement
Young Money b-tch I do this
hand in my mind both sides one lie two crimes
otherside dont fire
fully dazed like a dream I aint moving b-tch
we grooving (?)
fully trippin I could prove it
switch blade where my boot is
all that sweet talk leave a n-gga toothless
now you goofy
I’m an asshole and my car dufus
Mikey rock chucks like the cool kids
b-tch it’s so dangerous
haters envy me cause they angry
so you want that beef
than the b-tch I’m arranging it
more famous than these no name n-ggas
that you hanging with
all my homies on like the cable is
say seiko watch TV Tyga psycho
don’t play tyco, 50 tyson I’ll bite you
no license still driving
used to lease it now I buy it
hard cash blood diamonds
n-ggas violent baby’s crying
Mr Niceguy
come sell the product
I’ma a niceguy
but I never went to college
can’t live long in imagination
don’t compare me to no basic b-tch
I’m better stop debating muthf-cka
muthf-cka
(well done)

Be Quiet : Soulja Boy & Tyga
Here's a studio performance of Soulja Boy and Tyga for their latest collaboration song entitled "Be Quiet". The video was released via Soulja's official youtube channel and announced via his twitter. He also included the lyrics for his verse on the video description. S.O.D.M.G. and Young Money!

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[HOOK]
Jewerly too loud man I need to be quiet.
What’s that on my wrist? I told that bitch to bet quiet.
Gone off patron man I swear it got em wildin’
If he know like I know tell that nigga be quiet.

[Soulja Boy - Verse]
wuz goin on these niggaz out here wildin
They Don’t want won’t beef, better run to police. Better yet yo best bet its keep quiet.
iguana seats inside it, I’m flying on auto pilot
I’m deep in these streets, spittin crack on these beats. But the word on the street is keep quiet.
Me and my nigga tyga, patron got us wildin.
Stereophone cup, throwing money in my clubs, oh you mad becuz I’m stylin.
Crush diamonds on my amuelet
Its lookin like a slush hoe.
Niggaz meaning muggin, but they crew is on hush mode.
25 Kush blunts, I call dat shit quarter
Took her to my crib and make her strip like fishburne daughter
I swag to hard too hard I do it like no other
runnin round tellin talkin keep that undercover

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Label: S.O.D.M.G./Young Money
Released: August 7, 2010

Ain't Thinkin Bout You Lyrics : Chris Brown & Tyga
"Ain't Thinkin Bout You" is a song recorded by American recording artist, Chris Brown team up with Young Money rapper, Tyga featuring Bow Wow off their collaboration mixtape entitled "Fan of a Fan" presented by DJ Ill Will and DJ Rockstar released on May 17, 2010.
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Deuces Lyrics : Chris Brown & Tyga
"Deuces" is a song recorded by R&B singer Chris Brown team up with Young Money rapper Tyga off their "Fan of Fan" mixtape expected for released soon this year 2010. It features Kevin McCall on the verse.
You can enjoy Chris Brown & Tyga - Deuces video gathered from youtube. Deuces lyrics performed by Chris Brown & Tyga can be found below the video.

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Chris Brown & Tyga Ft. Kevin McCall - Deuces Lyrics and Video

All that bullsh-t is for the birds
You aint nothin but a vulture
Always hopin for the worst
Waiting for me to **** up
You’ll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah
Who knows just what I need, she knows just what I mean
When I tell her keep it drama free
Ohohohohohohohoh… x2
I told you that im leaving (deuces)
I know you mad but so what?
I wish you best of luck
And now im bout to throw them deuces up

[Chorus]
Im on some new ****
Im chuckin my deuces up to her
Im moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryin to make it work
You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her [x2]

[Tyga Verse]
Uh, Use to be valentines
Together all the time
Thought it was true love, but you know women lie
Its like I sent my love with a text two times
Call cause I care but I aint get no reply
Tryna see eye to eye but its like we both blind
**** it lets hit the club, i rarely sip but pour me some
Cause when its all said and done,
I aint gon be the one that she can always run to
I hate liars, **** love Im tired of tryin
My heart big but it beat quiet
I don’t never feel like we vibin
Cause every time we alone its a awkward silence
So leave your keys on the kitchen counter
And gimme back that ruby ring with the big diamond
**** is over, whatchu trippin for?
I don’t wanna have to let you go
But baby I think its better if I let you know

[Chorus]
Im on some new ****
Im chuckin my deuces up to her
Im moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryin to make it work
You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her [x2]

[Kevin McCall verse]
Look, my shorty always on some bullsh-t like Chicago
So I flip that middle finger and the index finger follow
Deuces, we aint got no future in tomorrow
I’m a dick, so it shouldn’t be that hard to swallow
The other chick Im with never complain
She make wanna leave the one im with Usher Raymond
Probably didn’t register, don’t trip, later on it will
Shorty full of drama like gangsta grizzles
I finally noticed it, it finally hit me
Like Tina did Ike in the limo, it finally hit me
I got a new chick, and she aint you
She ??? She give me déjà vu
And all that attitude, I don’t care bout it
But all that **** I do for her, you gon hear bout it
Breezy rep two up, two down
But im just puttin two up, chuckin up the deuce now

[Chorus]
Im on some new ****
Im chuckin my deuces up to her
Im moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryin to make it work
You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her [x2]

Deuces Video & Lyrics by Chris Brown & Tyga Ft. Kevin McCall
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[Verse: Chris Brown]
All that bullshit's for the birds
You ain't nothin but a vulture
Always hopin for the worst
Waiting for me to fuck up up
You'll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah
That knows just what I need, she knows just what I mean
When I tell her keep it drama free

Ohohohohohohohoh... [x2]
I told you that I'm leaving (deuces)

I know you mad but so what?
I wish you best of luck
And now I'm bout to throw them deuces up

[Chorus:]
I'm on some new shit
I'm chuckin my deuces up to her
I'm moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryin to make it work
You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her [x2]

[Verse: Tyga]
Uh, Use to be valentines
Together all the time
Thought it was true love, but you know women lie
It's like I sent my love with a text two times
Call cause I care but I ain't get no reply
Tryna see eye to eye but it's like we both blind
Fuck it let's hit the club, I rarely sip but pour me some
Cause when it's all said and done,
I ain't gon be the one that she can always run to
I hate liars, fuck love I'm tired of trying
My heart big but it beat quiet
I don't never feel like we vibin
Cause every time we alone it's a awkward silence
So leave your keys on the kitchen counter
And gimme back that ruby ring with the big diamond
Shit is over, whatchu trippin for?
I don't wanna have to let you go
But baby I think it's better if I let you know

[Chorus:]
I'm on some new shit
I'm chuckin my deuces up to her
I'm moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryin to make it work
You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her [x2]

[Verse: K Mc]
Look, my shawty always on some bullshit like Chicago
So I flip that middle finger and the index finger follow
Deuces, we ain't got no future in tomorrow
I'm a dick, so it shouldn't be that hard to swallow
The other chick I'm with never complain
She make wanna leave the one I'm with Usher Raymond
Probably didn't register, don't trip, later on it will
Shorty full of drama like gangsta grizzles
I finally noticed it, it finally hit me
Like Tina did Ike in the limo, it finally hit me
I got a new chick, and she ain't you
She Paula Patton thick, She give me deja-vu
And all dat attitude i don't care about it
But all dat shit i do for her you gonna hear about it
Breezy rep two up two down
But i'm jus putting two up chucking up the deuce now

[Chorus:]
I'm on some new shit
I'm chuckin my deuces up to her
I'm moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryin to make it work
You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her [x2]
DEUCES...

Holla At Me Lyrics : Chris Brown & Tyga
"Holla At Me" is a song recorded by American R&B singger, Chris Brown team up with Young Money rapper Tyga serves as official first single off their mixtape, "Fan Of A Fan" expected for released later this year.
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[Chris Brown:]
Uh, Boom, Boom
We ballin' in the room
Sweepin' up my competition call me Mr. broom
knockin' niqqaz over, call me bulldozer,
one more drink for these *** and it's over,
cause i'm a strike that something like a cobra,
i know she want my venom, but i ain't gon' leave it in her,
and right after i get her, she know she with a winner,
and we straight to the crib, I ain't takin' her to dinner,
(Chris brown laughs) Nigga look @ my jewels,
aviator shades I ain't lookin' @ you,
Ah chu, bless me twice,
be a rich nigga I be shitin' on your life,
magazine covers, magnem rubbers,
I mean magnum, I don't f-ck with stragglers,
niggaz want drama, Gangsta Grillz bastards
did you check the caption ? lights camera, action
Holla @ Me Boo, Holla @ Me Baby, (x3)
I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up (x2)

a nigga beat, beat
and shawty toot, toot,
blowin' out there brains, car need a new roof,
lookin' like a superstar, when I roll thru
and shawty I'm the truth, so mama what it do?
now let's ride out, ain't no trippin'
when we dippin' to my hide-out,
big dipper cause you sippin' on my bottle
only f-ckin' with them A-listin' models,
now let's get it like ..

(?) did it, if you done it,
then I did it
if you kick it,
then i'm with it
we can do this shit all-night

your minute don't compare to my limit
when i'm in it
and I get it
i'm a give it to you all night,

I'm the shit yeah I go hard,
don't stand in lines nigga I bogart
fat boy celebrity cause I'm so large
and don't need no battery cause I'm in charge

Holla @ Me Boo, Holla @ Me Baby, (x3)
I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up (x2)

[Tyga:]
(Ha)
I'm hot mo'f-cka, get a plate b-tch
Don't say shit, get your face-lift
rose rich let tha champagne drip,
niggas swag jack but this L.A. shit
get it back, give it back
ain't lyricsmusicvideo.blogspot.com 'bout shit,
snap back them ain't even rare, where the tag @ ?,
wack-a-s all up in my ear b-tch bag back,
I bag bad b-tches mo'f-cka Kat Stacks,
(TYGA Laughs)
yellow nigga, no cabs
Got the phantom out, no mats,
get your camera out uh, one flash,
hot beams steady shot clap your a-s,
Aww, T. raw I'm so ahh,
loc's on, chucks low, black beanie dog,
patron top wash straight from the liquor store,
I'm turnt up I can't feel my face .. so

Holla @ Me Boo, Holla @ Me Baby, (x3)
I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up (x2)
Hey (x3)

G Shit Lyrics : Tyga & Chris Brown
"G Shit" is a song recorded by American rapper, Tyga and Chris Brown for their upcoming collaboration mixtape entitled "Fan Of A Fan". This is the full version leaked after the snippet has been around for a while. The track was produced by Jahlil Beats.
You can enjoy Tyga Ft. Chris Brown - G Shit video gathered from youtube. G Shit lyrics performed by Tyga can be found below the video.

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[Tyga]
haha you know alot of girls say alot of things to me saying they this and that but i aint listening cause im on sum g s-it young money

uh im in this b-tch till my eyes white they say im all hype miss me if you blink twice if ur head p-ssy right ima f-ck u all night the rockstar young beetle tell em good night kiss dada ................................................................................... ice water cash make my d-ck larger i se- harder make u sweat sauna haha young nigga f-ck dope b-tchs from the city were lonesome and dose d-ckies B side with the barbie dats 250 let her kiss on ma neck but no hickies (no hickies) driveway like sincity make a movie with the star let the lights hit ya haha she think i aint gone get but im a fly nigga i aint trippin
shawty so...

[Chris Brown - Chorus]
it really dont matter to me im lovin all these girls cuz all these girls love me under the sheets rockin body wid ya body im a freak money aint a thang thang and ima do ma thang thang im on sum g s-it baby on sum g s-it baby

[Chris Brown - Verse]
haha yeah look louis vuitton red bottoms cuz she that nice her body stack right miss her if u blink twice and never compare her to the rest cuz she so far she got sercurity wiv her i call her lonestar fly as hell fly as hell wiv dem french tips lets hit the water set sail give me french kisses pple flashing everywhere that we go ice cold nigga but the chain still rocky row ice cream im f-ckin wiv them ice queens long hair pretty yellow bone lightning cuz shes exciting i take her clothes off i kiss it three times and then i doze off haha cuz im the best whoever did it and shes the best cuz she wid me she think i aint gone hit it but im a fly nigga i aint trippin shawty so
http://lyricsmusicvideo.blogspot.com/2010/04/tyga-chris-brown-g-shit-lyrics-video.html

[Chris Brown - Chorus]
it really dont matter to me (yeah) im lovin all these girls cuz all these girls love me under the sheets rockin body wid ya body im a freak and money aint a thang thang (no) and ima do ma thang thang im on sum g s-it baby on sum g s-it baby

[Chris Brown - Verse]
Fresh planes drive her to ma jet wing 1st class yeah thats where ma chef stay im ahead of u niggas i skip 1 grade on islands and yachts wid ma louis shades

[Tyga - Verse]
uh yeah but like Gucci Mane baby have sum lemonade .......................... drink dessert souffle patrone shot straight turn a nigga 2face hot drunk girls say they love my babyface

[Chris Brown]
uh but ima still keep it g doe (yeah) captain of ma ship and i aint neva wearing speedos (no) my .......... she let me bone on poke her now chauffeur take her home

[Tyga]
put it on ma camera phone i know im wrong but im in too deep uh me alone she fall in love wiv every love song she wanna be in love uh

[Chris Brown - Chorus]
it really dont matter to me im lovin all these girls cuz all these girls love me under the sheets rockin body wid ya body im a freak and money aint a thang thang and ima do ma thang thang (yeah)im on sum g s-it baby on sum g s-it baby

"Loyalty" is a leftover track recorded by American rapper Birdman features Tyga and Lil Wayne from his fifth solo album "Pricele$" surfaced on the internet recently.
You can enjoy Birdman - Loyalty video gathered from youtube. Loyalty lyrics performed by Birdman can be found below the video.

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Birdman Ft. Tyga, Lil Wayne - Loyalty Lyrics and Video

[Tyga - Chorus]
(?) and my house alarm
Countin cash every morning before I leave home
family I love, don’t wanna leave this World alone
and before I leave home, leave home
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know
before I leave home
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know
before I leave home

[Birdman]
So fresh, bag full of money when I hit the curb
just cooked up left the kitchen full of birds, ya heard
thats the word you could get served
from the bullets to the keys is how we urge
to move on and groove and get the money straight
flip another cake 27, 28
I go the tax on the bubble
the money in the hummer, we shine every summer
yeah so we swagged out, Gucci down, Louie down
hood down, put it down uptown
catch me rollin in my Bentley
tooled up p-ssy with a b-tch and I’m all in it(?)

[Chorus]

[Tyga]
Uhh, sunshine like the brightest day
momma do you remember the time, Michael J
when I seen the video I said that’s gon be me
and I ain’t have to dream I made it my reality
folks laughed at me now everybody mad at me
I skipped class and I sh-tted on the faculty
young money greedy, cash money greedy
get it I’m gon eat it, never beat the hand that feeds me
shout Weezy, Stunna and Mack baby
top back south beach, hoes drive me crazy
watching out for fake sh-t, rats on some snake sh-t
give me rats for my statements
I’m that amazing

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, on my way to get it
I’ma hustla write it down take a picture b-tch print it
ducking the lieutenant, staying on my pivot
the game ain’t sweet, but money make you forgive it
Uh, and nothings promised but a graveyard
cant see myself dyin’ broke, Ray Charles
Yea, now rock steady in this mutherf-cker
Paper come fast Tom Patey in this mutherf-cker
Uh, now do a doughnut in the money
I’m on a paperchase, but the paper aint running
Now f-ck the World till its cummin, here it comes
We get the bread and the bread crumbs, Young Money

"I'm On It" is a new single recorded by rapper Tyga featuring Lil Wayne taken from his upcoming album "Careless World". The single was previously thought to feature Drake and Juelz Santanna, but Tyga had commented on only Lil Wayne's name.
You can enjoy Tyga - I'm On It video gathered from youtube. I'm On It lyrics performed by Tyga can be found below the video.

Tyga Ft. Lil Wayne - I'm On It Video



Tyga Ft. Lil Wayne - I'm On It Video and Lyrics

[Tyga]
I’m on it, I’m on it
I’m on it, I’m on it
If we talkin’ bout money b-tch

[Tyga - Verse 1]
Snap back chiller
gold chain n-gga
(?) no tigger, tyga b-tches
hundred proof liquor(?)
live no liver
theres hoes on this muthaf-cking strip, stripping
a n-gga no different
so we hold the heat though
smash on the b-tch brains looking like meatloaf
the hoe know me close she lying, Leo’s
pedigree and swag is so cold, zero
hop in Medino, oops I meant Medina,
life is a b-tch better know how to treat her
I don’t get in between, my goal be to win
young money heisman rookies of the year

[Chorus]

[Tyga - Verse 2]
Raise hell boy hell yeah I’m hot hello
boy yellow, but my b-tch back from the ghetto
with the flow watch it pop, sizzle
you feeling me, better break fast mc griddles
I ain’t finna slow down, keep running your mouth
I’m running the real estate, party in the f-cking house
my n-ggas is loud in the lobby they can’t turn us down
(?)DJ TAGS(?)
I run town all day 24 miles
150 on the dash can’t even count
keep f-cking b-tch, ain’t sh-t to talk about

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Be-best Rapper C.E.O.
Fine as wine flow
Pinot Grigio
N-ggas cant f-ck with me
Leave the bitches,Need the hoes
Life is a motherf-cker gamble, Peter Rose
Momma taught me well, Kush and the L
Paper everywhere like books just fell
More money to make, More p-ssy to smell
Like yea imma Libra like put that on a scale
New Orleans n-gga with my dick up in my right hand
Young Money n-gga money longer then a lifespan
Still go to sleep with my Bible on my nightstand
Flyer then a bitch and you ain’t even got cha flight plan

I’m on it..I’m on it..Tuneche!..yea..SooWoo…Soo Woo Trill
hahahaha,
yeaaa

"I'm So Raw" lyrics and video recorded by Tyga will be featured on his upcoming mixtape Black Thoughts Vol. 2.

Tyga - I'm So Raw Video



Tyga - I'm So Raw Lyrics and Video

Tyga I'm So Raw Lyrics:
[Chorus:]
Look,
I'm so raw,
Turn the oven on,
Chef Papa John,
I get the Parmesan,

[Verse 1:]
She want ah yellow nigga,
Corn on the cob,
Indian giver,
Slob on my knob,
The bitch blow hard,
Harder Than some Halls,
Here take 'em all
You'll be straight in the morn',
I'm two piece gone,
I'm never gon' call,
Fly nigga, I don't wear it if it's in the mall,
Seen it on the blog,
These motherfuckers cost,
East Saint Laurent,
You can tell by the font,
I do what I want,
Wake up when it's lunch,
Walk like I'm drunk,
Swagger so uh,
Gold yard trunks go around I got a bunch,
Tell till u safe bitch get up out my stuff,
I wouldn't recommend,
You to ever check um in,
I started with the end,
So where do I begin?

[Chorus:]
I'm so raw,
Turn the oven on,
Chef Papa John,
I get the Parmesan,

[Verse 2:]
Pocket full of paper under age in casino,
You wanna see ID, oh
But I'm in the suite though
Here my room key go,
Room move in slow mo,
Fans want a photo,
But it's my turn to roll,
Hold up baby hold those,
You see I'm chillin', Dolo,
Lens with a logo,
Pinky-ring, Frodo
I'm feelin' myself no ho-ho-ho-homo
Hold the beat pour that more Ro-ro-ro-roso
Rose, you bozos,
Couldn't speak what I'm on,
You and me Rosetta Stone,
All these niggas all clones,
We be originals,
Young Money seminals,
Tribe full of generals,
Don't ask me shit unless it in ah interview, nigga,
Unless it's in a interview,
Don't talk to me, I'm not your friend,
I'm just a fan,
Of a fan,
I love all my fans though