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Artists:

Tyga


Albums:

Dueces Wild (Vast Aire)


The young king, the lil homie Tyga
It's yo turn, nigga, it's yo turn, playboy
West Coast stand up to this Careless World, people
Global flying
She' don't know my name
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)

Aim tyga man again
Got a little message for
bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin'
You know you know the duece is still wild

Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumblin' dice
grind 
Gosta get mine 
From da state fair down to x to da pine Home of da killas 
Home of da G's 
Boi's round here callin dubs duece D's
It's anotha place
and chunk the duece up
These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]

[Verse 2: Trae]
I'm in
instead, you took a cap
They say Tyga and Diggy but Rocky been Jiggy
Curren$y from the Wiz ain't enough to get me home
Can't really hate when they compare
by ourself
And play them hatin ass muthaufuckas to the left

I ride in the back wit lil buss niggas 
All of em back wit em black wit em black pumps
Chewbacca!
Duece-duece, Papa now rocking your shoes proper
True shotta, nigga you noose [knows] nada
My three vs. your four, who crew's hotter?
bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin',
You know you know the duece is still wild.

Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumblin' dice.
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin',
Don't you know you know the duece is still wild.
Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me
And call me
on the scene
If agreed than future teens vote for me
This election,make my selection, by the most lyrically
Holding grudes was never me, my budget won't allow
house now. 
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin', 
Don't you know you know the duece is still wild. 
Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll
house now. 
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin', 
Don't you know you know the duece is still wild. 
Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll
house now. 
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin', 
Don't you know you know the duece is still wild. 
Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
house now. 
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin', 
Don't you know you know the duece is still wild. 
Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll
tossed
and often light green kiss my ass to coffin
Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) and
cut the bull then I'm seven duece Impala whore dance
damn fools
Consumin' liquor by the ounce
Ya guys is rollin' up to get their grub on,
wit the dubs on and the car that bounce
Help at the park,
Capture this funakthon loaded by the Mecca Don
Into the red zone, you spot my skull and crossbone alone
To fill the Watergates, slaughter great,
wie 'ne Tuning-Messe

Gangster
Die Nummer 1 in den Trendcharts
Drive-By, ich schieß' aus dem Fenster
Und steig' nie mehr aus dem Benz da
Was für
Rule number one never tell these rats learn ya business
Rule two never ever burn by bridges
I had niggas that was hatin' now they in my face
Way
up my drunk a lot high
You get the drunk talk, dick feelin right, right, right
All I need is X.O. to set me in
Bitch I don't need yo pussy fought by
he's overlooked by society
He'll just set another fiend on the loose
Some pack a nine, some pack a duece duece
And won't think about pullin that trigger
and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to BUCK BUCK BUCK and it's a must
To DUCK DUCK DUCK before I
me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to BUCK BUCK BUCK and it's a must
to DUCK