Lyrics:
and girls. Read your map, and welcome. To Tyga?s World!
You scream! You scream!
You?re making up a scene
You won?t feel nothing
Pretend its just a dream
Dream
can be me
I can be whoever because I'm true to me
I can go to neutral easy, a lot
Of people black, white, mexican, young, old
Fat or skinny
Have
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
I said I'm steppin' out with my niggas tonight
It's Young Money, bitch, and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like (hey)
I said
the lime
Lime and the Cocoanut Juice got me right
Now take this Cocoanut Juice
Bitch down your spine lick it up
What? Tyga's mans nuts
Why must I be such
for the wait
You see, I know I promised
A whole lotta dates so, I'm sorry for the wait
Ya dig? You see, I know you all have been patiently waiting
to Tygas World!
You scream! You scream!
Youre making up a scene
You won't feel nothing
Pretend it's just a dream
Dream that youre safe and sound to sleep
Everywhere I been every place I go
They all got one thing to call me
You see, they all call me by one thing
(Tyga Tyga)
At my shows and we roll
It's Tyga, bitch. (Oh oh oh)
Yeah, Tyga-man, Gator, GED.
'07's been a great year.
And uh, '08's gonna be a better one.
[Tyga:]
Hey, hey, what's
a Juice scene
No it ain't a movie, diamonds in by new gleam
Dead tone 'cause the redbones is my new thing
Nigga, I do things, let the coupe sing
What it do nigga
This your nigga T-Streets bang bang
In the building
This young money
First up
My nigga, Gudda Gudda
Double "G"
Blap, blap
it all for New York and this love no need to thank me
Now we goin' take this to the west coast
Tyga Tyga
Uh, fast money I don't slow dance,
awesome, repeat it to ya grandma and uncles
M-mothers, Tyga's no dad but I'm the motherfucker
Motherfuckers, this the last supper
Look, no hands, I'm
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
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
it secret
Or ya friends will make ya think that ya just another cheerleader
On his team, Tyga man a playa
See but, don't believe what ears can hear
T-Y-G-A
Zippin', dippin' jabs super fast in a flash it's Tygaman, Tygaman
Tatted up on my mask, superhero for the cash it's Tygaman, Tygaman
My
remember shit
We barely made it
Housekeeping said there's panties hangin'
From the ceiling
Tyga strike bed and Penthouse guest level
We all got suites,
I said I'm steppin' out with my niggas tonight
It's Young Money, bitch, and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like (hey)
I said
Almost EST. in the 90's
But I'm still a 80's baby
Don't even try is the way God made me
Uh uh, it's the way God made me
Uh uh, it's the way God
when I fall
But how strong is that helpless arm?
Wait this is wrong, don't need
Your help at all, tyga got it
Tyga on, They say he raw, Wayne got
treat the beat like a hemorrhoid
Man I go to work on the beat, call it employ
Man I kicks it, b-tch get your shin guard
Uh, young money run this towns,
know me by my aim (aim aim)
ASL lol tyga don't care but
Only females, what's your email
Promise I won't tell
Flick for a big trade it never fails
mothafuckin' gone
Ain't no signs that I'm stowin',
Though I'm knowin' that I'm wrong, bring it on
Out to get it, I need cash by the stacks
Need a new pair
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