Ayo Lyrics - Chris Brown Ft Tyga

I need you [x8]
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
We poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Poppin' booty like ayo
I'm a boogie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
I'm the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got a engine with a trunk space
I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
But I make that bitch walk with some cheesecake
Yeah, I'm the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I could be me
She too into me, I'm more into money
My hobby's her body, that pussy's my lobby
I'mma eat it, I'mma eat it
I don't lie, hold my dick, too conceited
Uh, told her she's my wife for the weekend
But don't be acting like I need you cause we poppin' like

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
I'm in a Rolls, you don't roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I'm tryna fuck Coco, this don't concern Ice
If I motorboat, she gon' motorbike
A nigga ain't worried about nothin'
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
She said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
See when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud (cause we poppin' like)

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Chris Brown (Tyga):]
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it's a holiday
(Uh, you losing money, I windmills Dr. J
She going to follow my lead, Simon Says)
Paper, paper, I'm riding scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(Never been an outcast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
(And my section less niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch, I'm that nigga
(Yeah we poppin' like)

[Hook]

[Outro - Tyga:]
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof - ahhh!

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Bitches Lyrics - Chris Brown Ft Tyga

I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah

[Chris Brown:]
Higher than the moon, nigga what up
They ain't worth it, nigga need to shut up
While I'm in the pussy, face down in the buttock
It ain't shit to her, me im just a fuck up
Fuck a hand shake nigga we ain't brothers
On that West side where they reppin for they colors
If you talking big shit, then my dick will make you stutter
All up in your face like it's butter, [?]
Right now, make her scream my name and pipe her right down
Nasty I'm a king bitch, give a nigga a wipedown
Twenty four bitches, I'm rolling on chrome
My niggas are smoking on that loud
Bitch try to flunt, Imma blow your back out
I ain't thinking bout a nigga that walk past you
Bitch stole my blunt and said she love my tatoos
I'm that dude, I slang wood, that bamboo
But when she driving on that dick she a damn fool

[Hook:]
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas
All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas
Really really though, all these bitches, i don't want no niggas
Cause the real niggas that post it up already with us

[Chris Brown:]
It's a habit, in the club bottle magic
Fucking with these ratchets no purses they got baskets
Its a hand out, these bitches high feeling guess they addicts
And I ask them are you in like Patrick
Playing with the pussy like it's madden
Fire like a dragon
The one say she like me then they all bandwagon
Been leadin as hoes, but they pretty like a pageant
She said she'd let me cut, I had to stab it, fo real though

[Hook]

[Tyga:]
Audemar, big bitch, big tipper
Super club, 20,000 for the liquor
You see the bitch I'm with, you'll probably never get her
No cop bottles, they're for broke niggas
In the corner posted it up with the dome giver
Money flowin like a wet pussy, thats a long river
So you got your bitch on lock, I'll slim jim her
It's that time of the month, fuck timber
All my niggas got a bottle with a blunt lit up
Before you pop up, throw your set up
Hop in this bitch 'til the club's lights lit up, leave with her
Big spender, a bitch shut up
T-Killa illuminati all through your body
She blow me like a twelve gang shawty you feel me
Pull up in the 'rari, the fuckin life of the party
I'm getting hoes regardless
Before this rap shit, I'm honest

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Do It (Take That, Shake That) Lyrics - Chris Brown Ft Tyga

Yeah
Money comes so fast, the bitches won't last
Uhh
[Hook - Tyga:]
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Bust it open bitch (do it, do it, do it, do it)
What you working with (do it, do it, do it, do it)
Drop it to the floor (do it, do it, do it, do it)

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Do it, do it, babe
For me, for me [x3]
[?]
Popping all these bottles
So just take that, take that
Shake that, shake that
Pull it to the side (do it, do it babe)
Do you wanna fly, I'm floating bitch
Go on do that shit for a real nigga
Pop it on the floor and try to kill a nigga

[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Hey little mama, I know you 'bout your paper
And my money, money green
I'm in charge, no [?]
I'ma provide everything you need
No middle man, no in-between
Girl quit burning all your flight miles
Just get on this jet with me
God damn
So much money niggas think I'm pulling credit card scams
Step up in the spot and bitches know just who I am
You call me dada
I buy my bitches prada
Eating shrimp and lobster
After that I eat her yaya

[Bridge - Chris Brown:]
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle is waiting
Come and jump on it

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
That's dice game, she on the floor
At K.O.D. and Onyx too
She up early, that's high school
She taking flights, she comfortable
She put in time, she working hard
But not enough to bake cakes too
If she met a nigga like me
Nah, I'll spring break pussy loose
Hunnid, hunnid dollar bills
Throw it in the air
I'ma make it back nigga, I don't really care
[?] panties
Shit was soaking
Private room, now that pussy open

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Like Mariah Lyrics - Fifth Harmony Ft Tyga

(Verse 1)
Love it when you call me Baby
When you’re lighting up my phone
Makes me want you like I’m crazy
I’m running home
I’m running home
Just to hear your heartbeat
You’re so sweet like honeycomb
Gotta have you near me
Cause you’re the best I’ve ever known

(Chorus)
You make me get up, get up
Like this is my song
I’ma get up, get up, yeah, yeah
You got me humming, humming
To the beat of the drum
To the rhythm rhythm, yeah, yeah

Your loving takes me higher
You set my heart on fire
When you touch by body got me signing like Mariah
There is no denying
Your kisses keep me flying
When you touch by body got me signing like Mariah
Oooh oh oh oh Tu tu tu tu tu
Oooh oh oh oh Tu tu tu tu tu
Signing like Mariah

(Verse 2)
Your name is written on my lips, you’re the only one for me
Every single little kiss, is like a dream, is like a dream
I don’t need even make a wish
Cause all I want is you
When you do it like this
I just lose my cool

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)

(Tyga)
Uh, T-Raw I’m fire
If you’re looking for that fly love
I’m your number one supplier
Wanna try? you buy it
You wanna ride with the hottest in the city, set your heart on fire
Yeah I do it it, I do it, do it, ain’t nothin to it
If you with it, I know she with it, so come and do it
Got that pretty, that pretty pretty
You’re so seductive like Aaliyah, Mariah Carey, you stay with me
Top down ridin’, I’m big Poppa
She love when I fly it, Lambo pilot
Hop inside it, sit on my lap, angel body
Any King need a Goddess, gotta love it

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Bitches N Marijuana Lyrics - Chris Brown & Tyga

[Hook: Chris Brown]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Ooh, she bad, she don't do it for free
I got em, I got em
Got bitches n marijuana

[Verse 1: Tyga]
T-ballin', globetrotter
Got a bunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighter
Think you on fire? You gon' need more fire
I tell her that's all you get like Street Fighter
Nah, walk with me, talk to me
That body cold, chess game like a pawn to me
She wanna ride with me, kick it and vibe with me
I got that long clip, fall asleep to the movie
Motherfuckin' goonies, Cartier rubies
Coupe, no top, yeah I took off the Kufi
I'm high, I'm woozie, D'usse, I'm doosing
I might just be right with my bitch in Jacuzzi
Right, nigga, gettin' right, nigga
I'ma knock that pussy out, fight night, nigga
I'mma light it up, pass it to the right nigga
Our bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Pull up, got the fat sack
With some clean motherfuckers, no hood rats
Yeah we suited and booted, you know your bitch 'bout to toot it
She want love from a nigga, that's a heart attack, Yack!
Loud pack, give me all of that
Don't be sending naked pics cause my phone tapped
Black Mas, duffel bag and a hundred racks
I don't snitch but I could show you where the money at, me nigga
It's right here
Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me nigga
Hell yeah
You see the Lambo parked in the trap, that's me nigga
I own it while you living on a lease nigga
I'm known to keep my bitches on a leash nigga
I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout
I dick your bitch down then I walk it out

[Hook]

[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
Grimy nigga way too groovy for the Grammys
Overseas collecting panties, poppin' Xanies
Young nigga, hundred grand for the gram, hot damn
Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve
Rollie do no ticky do the blingy
I spending hundreds, all the fifties
Word around the city I'm that nigg-y
But this month I made a milli
Another month, another milli, man that shit be gettin' silly
Man, bitch you looking silly
Why you broke, go get a check
And when you fly, who need a jet
She wanna move out to the west
She want them diamonds on her neck
And palm trees in the yard, wanna be's with a star
And get the keys to the car huh
And wanna lick on every scar huh
My money good, shit we buying off the bar right now, right now
Who got the weed right now, right now

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Ride Out Soundtrack Furious 7 Lyrics - Tyga Kid Ink Ft Rich Homie Quan, Rich Homie Quan, Wale, YG

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
Came in at first had bad luck
Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had none
We done sold now everybody mad at me
Tell 'em roll down now everybody smashin'
Keep ready cause you know we bout to be a problem
Hope you ready cause you know it bout to be a problem

[Hook: Kid Ink]
It's the only way we know to go
Squad up, never roll alone
And we gone ride on forever
We ride out together
Pull up right in your zone
Takeover the street, that's how we roll
And we gone ride on forever
We ride out together

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Fancy when I drive, six cars in the driveway
Cash in the driver door, spend it, do it my way
I fucks you like a matador, fresh out the catalogue
One fall we all fall, crew like dominos
But chase (?) all my dogs riding smoke
(?) heavy like the Pope, for that pot of gold
We are not alone, broad better check your tone
You gone need a lot of help, I ain't talkin' bank loans
Sit with us, table last supper
Toast to the brothers, some bad motherfuckers
Yea, ain't nothin' but pure luxury
You lookin' left to me, should be looking up to me
Preferably one of the best
She ridin' cause we (?) now and forever to death
Be loyal, real, and respect
Stay ahead of the rest
We just sit back, relax, doin' things to impress

[Hook: Kid Ink]
It's the only way we know to go
Squad up, never roll alone
And we gone ride on forever
We ride out together
Pull up right in your zone
Takeover the street, that's how we roll
And we gone ride on forever
We ride out together

[Verse 2: Wale]
Ridin' on ton of waves
And no way these niggas stoppin' me, ohhh nooo
Flyin' from a mile away
It's not a problem, only real ones follow me
And I can do this with my eyes closed
Blind fold two times over
Ride solo, I got women and got soldiers
I ain't (?) try and get it (?)
Talkin' melatonin, get it and fight coma
What's the feet of a giant?
Niggas feedin' the fire
History, (?) flee when they flyin'
You don't believe it? Then try it
We don't believe in just tryin'
I call it peoples and leave 'em in 100 pieces divided
That's cold cuts
And I've been dope for like four summers
And I ain't really going for the he say, or she say
Keep it G for peace sake
I know this shit that bones, (?)
Might leave you niggas feeling

[Hook: Kid Ink]
It's the only way we know to go
Squad up, never roll alone
And we gone ride on forever
We ride out together
Pull up right in your zone
Takeover the street, that's how we roll
And we gone ride on forever
We ride out together

[Verse 3: YG]
It's YG 4hunnid!
Is you ride? Is you wit all the burglarizing and the violence?
If Jimmy got caught up but you right there with him
So the police askin' you questions, is you gone keep quiet?
Is you loyal, is you real, is you fake?
When I can't tell that's the type of way that I hate
You got that fake friend, (?)
There's no cure so them symptoms is gone show
You know the code, stick around, hold it down, never fold
Like it's crease up in your Dicky Browns
Hold up! Each one teach one
Motivate each one to be somethin'
Cause I ain't just another statistic
I do (?) if you wanna get specific
I'm just tryna make bread come quicker
For me and my dead gone hitters

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Bubblegum Lyrics - Jason Derulo Ft Tyga

Got me 'bout to break my neck
Tell me how you pop like that
You do it like it ain't no sweat
I never seen a bubble so fat
You do it all day in the mirror
You practise all day in the mirror
Left cheek, right cheek, all year
I'm calling you out, and I hope you hear it

Shawty right there got a ghetto booty
Shawty right there got a ghetto booty
Drop a dollar on the floor
Hope she give you to me
A ghetto booty
A ghetto booty
She got that trunk but she don't look back
She put it in reverse and I can't be mad
I can't be mad at that baby fat
That's a ghetto booty, a ghetto booty

She just wanna pop pop pop pop pop pop pop that bubblegum
She just wanna pop pop pop pop popopop pop that bubblegum
If she keep blowing it might explode
Never seen a girl like you before
She just wanna pop pop pop pop popopop pop that bubblegum

Oh yeah

You do it like a professional
But you want your own schedule
Look you're so pretty in pink
Acting like a shit don't stain
You do it all day in the mirror
You practise all day in the mirror
Left cheek, right cheek, all year
I'm calling you out, and I hope you hear it

Shawty right there got a ghetto booty
Shawty right there got a ghetto booty
Drop a dollar on the floor
Hope she give you to me
A ghetto booty
A ghetto booty
She got that trunk but she don't look back
She put it in reverse and I can't be mad
I can't be mad at that baby fat
That's a ghetto booty, a ghetto booty

She just wanna pop pop pop pop pop pop pop that bubblegum
She just wanna pop pop pop pop popopop pop that bubblegum
If she keep blowing it might explode
Never seen a girl like you before
She just wanna pop pop pop pop popopop pop that bubblegum

[Tyga:]
Blow it like a bubble, Bazooka baby
Clouds on the coach, you my hookah baby
She got that senile, make a grown man crazy
(Got that senile, make a grown man crazy)
Shawty in the gym, ask Mazy
I pull up a geda, ask easy
It's too late to go back, she look back I'm cheesin'
I'm kodak, my rolex, a moment, 'der history
(Yum) Pussy bum, tik tok, eyes locked, lip-locked dang pop I'm done
T-bar, hot numb, no love hot sprung baby gimme some yum yum
Big willy, surf board (jerk board), really gonna jock, do your thang girl
And I need me a ride or die who's a freak
Got seven different girls every day of the week (what)

Shawty right there got a ghetto booty
Shawty right there got a ghetto booty
Drop a dollar on the floor
Hope she give it to you
A ghetto booty
A ghetto booty
She got that trunk but she don't look back
She put it in reverse and I can't be mad
I can't be mad at that baby fat
That's a ghetto booty, a ghetto booty

She just wanna pop pop pop pop pop pop pop that bubblegum
She just wanna pop pop pop pop popopop pop that bubblegum
If she keep blowing it might explode
Never seen a girl like you before
She just wanna pop pop pop pop popopop pop that bubblegum

She just wanna pop

She just wanna pop pop pop pop pop pop pop that bubblegum
She just wanna pop pop pop pop popopop pop that bubblegum
If she keep blowing it might explode
Never seen a girl like you before
She just wanna pop pop pop pop popopop pop that bubblegum

Oh yeah

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