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Tyga Ft Lil Wayne Faded Lyrics

Tyga Faded Lyrics Ft Lil Wayne

Tyga Ft Lil Wayne Faded Lyrics
[Tyga]
Young Nino, f-ck a bitch in a peacoat
Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino
Bun B though, Pimp C, R.I.P though
I goes deep in that p-ssy, Dan Marino
She wanna be the one, f-ck her to my own single
Break a b!tch hard, no future Miss Cleo
Snap back, a-a-automatic reload
Flyer than a f-ck-ng beatle, you can't beat 'em
Vampire f-ck up your evening
I pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement
Don't believe it, stripe like a f-cking Adidas
The gun Selena, give a n-gga Beiber fever
Real f-ck-ng hot, put it in park
Take a shot, higher than a tube sock
You a bop, give me top top, as I load the guap
Man these n-ggas say I'm fly but to her I'm God

[Hook]
I'm faded faded faded
My n-gga I'm faded faded faded (x7)
And I don't give a f-ck

[Tyga]
F-ck is up, n-gga's stomping in my Chucks
Yeah I make it rain dear, cause I'm all 'bout my bucks
Use the butt up in the front, d-ck up in her cunt
And I put her in her hole, holy, one, quat quat
Ergggh
Super McNasty, why you McLovin
When the b-tch call me daddy
Pimp no caddy, she wish she never had me
Treat her like a dog, called the b-tch Lassy
Young savvy, bang her like Cincinatti
Above average, f-fly like I'm Aladdin
They bend backwards, done the p-ssy at them
I'm Ben Wallace, dunk up in your basket
Balls in the air, no games, I'm serious, double dare
There's too many b-tches, Why these n-ggas wanna stare
Pat Ron up in here, This ain't no beer

[Hook]
I'm faded faded faded
My n-gga I'm faded faded faded (x7)
And I don't give a f-ck

[Lil Wayne]
Mama, there go that monster
Abracadabra, Magic Johnson
My mutherf-cking doctor, said I need a doctor
So I called house, now I am a pill popper
Faded like skinnys, Young Money we winning
I told her if I change, she won't get a penny
Milking this shit, pregnant bitch tities
Bringing home the bacon, I'm f-ckin' Miss Piggy
Loaded like a semi, semi naked pictures
She knows my d-ck, she call it nigga Richard
Prior to me coming, I had to stick my thumb in
I asked one time, smell my finger make you vomit
Flyer than a hornet, the shoe fit I worn it
She tried to jack me off, can't beat it, join it
Tunechi, punechi, that what she call it
Flag Scarlett, I killed it, mourned it

[Hook]
I'm faded faded faded
My n-gga I'm faded faded faded (x7)
And I don't give a f-ck

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Tyga Ft. Chris Brown - Snapbacks Back

Tyga Ft. Chris Brown Snapbacks Back Lyrics @ Cumalagu.Blogspot.Com
Tyga Ft. Chris Brown Snapbacks Back Lyrics

Tyga Ft. Chris Brown Snapbacks Back Lyrics


[Hook x2]
Snapbacks Back, Snapback Back
That’s all these niggas saying, I brought Snapbacks back
I’m a fresh as nigga, bitches know I’m the shit
25 for my belt, nigga get off my dick

[Verse 1: Tyga]
I brought the snapback back, snapback back
Man all these niggas foul like hack-a-Shaq
Nigga racks on racks, my bitch ass so fat
Yo bitch booty like a pancake, flat flapjack
I make your dollars collapse trail low in the strap
Shells big as a turtle Master Splinter to rap
Spin you like Urkel your body hanging from fat
Thought you was sharper than tacks, get you thrown like some jacks
All these bitches with these tassels on their titties tryna tax
I don’t give a f-ck if none of yall don’t rap
I could pull a bitch just turning my back
Who knew that, venus trap
Flyest nigga in the class
Goyard bag, see that tag?
I could pay your rent all year boy
Yo mama know, your cousin, sister brother and your mama know
Your cousin, sister brother and your mama know
Your cousin, sister brother and your mama know
Bitch, your granny know nigga
[from: ]
[Hook x2]
http://cumalagu.blogspot.com/2011/06/tyga-chris-brown-snapbacks-back-lyrics.html
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Leggo, snapback back, put V.A. on the map
I’m a young nigga, heartthrob, girls cardiac
I got your girls all on my dick
Yeah them chickens giving me neck, nigga
You ain’t talkin bout shit
F-ck your city, press eject
Too busy coughing up them hairballs
Fur coat, Bear dog
Spray these niggas like aerosol
And f-ck them old niggas: Geritol
Hold up, snapback on
Champagne MCM backpack on
Lucky that my situation in this probation
Won’t even let me strap that tome
My condo aint no hotter, I be right at home
What you mean nigga I’m coherant
Steez out with my D out and you wonder
Why your shorty be disappearing
Ha-Ha I brought the snapback back
Last kings and them Ti$as yeah they sell like crack
You got no car insurance, no Ray Bans
This Geico, caveman
First of the month you do a praise dance
Like I’m moving on up, Aye man
Stop that, drop a hat in the club
They gon be like that nigga on drugs
Get more respect in L.A. than you do

[Hook x2]
Snapbacks Back, Snapback Back
That’s all these niggas saying, I brought Snapbacks back
I’m a fresh as nigga, bitches know I’m the shit
25 for my belt, nigga get off my dick




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Tyga Real Tonight

Tyga Real Tonight Lyrics

Tyga Real Tonight Lyrics

Real Tonight Lyrics by Tyga

It’s getting real tonight, you make the only b-tch on my mind
I can make you feel alright, but I ain’t gonna fuss a fight
Every girl I see I like, so why wanna waste your time?
You got a deal ha? I’m …
Ya I’m for real love, I’m right, … real tonight

My time ticker on tres, f-cking all night, midnight sex
She ride like my old b-tch, but she already knew that
She feel me even when I’m gone, pillows between her legs, now she comfortable
Extend your back, … when the shit explode, boom
Picture me … down for life, I flash too bright, picture won’t look right
I need god advice dealing with these ladies mice
Girls like … enter the next flight
[found on http://cumalagu.blogspot.com/2011/04/tyga-real-tonight.html ]
It’s getting real tonight, you make the only b-tch on my mind
I can make you feel alright, but I ain’t gonna fuss a fight
Every girl I see I like, so why wanna waste your time?
You got a deal ha? I’m …
Ya I’m for real love, I’m right, … real tonight

iPhone just filled with hoes, conversation goes, back and forth
What you doing? chilling like Eskimos?
Bet I eat your pussy good like vegetables
Nasty, n-gger but you like it though
Freaky ass … she ride me like carnivores
And I’m horny though, sex in the morning though
Hormones got my snowboard going …
Vertigo, dizzy on my love boat, heard she got a party mouth
Watch your ass …
Damn we f-ck again, she ain’t my lover, we just … friends

It’s getting real tonight, you make the only b-tch on my mind
I can make you feel alright, but I ain’t gonna fuss a fight
Every girl I see I like, so why wanna waste your time?
You got a deal ha? I’m …
Ya I’m for real love, I’m right, … real tonight.
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