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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
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
big booty bitches shakin' ass by my door
Heated marble got lil mama ridin' tip-toe
My brother a Tyga, I'ma go
Let's have a replay (Replay)
I'm on it
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
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.
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
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
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?
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
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,
car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas

Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I
I got sand all by my bath water, candles by my wine glass
Women all on my time, imagine how my time pass
They say them freaks come out at night
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,
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
wie 'ne Tuning-Messe

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