Lyrics:
G E D prepare for launch
In 3... 2... 1...
Welcomin' Tyga man from mars
Possible most popular star
Vámonos he's getting to far
Make a wish now
wanna be me
Know you fake, Instagram page told ya secret
No booty shakin' music when you pop my CD in
Play a crook by the book, I'm sittin' back
an open pager
I grew up in an apartment but im a don acre
Mass murder every Tyga hater
And I ain't from Atlanta but
The beat get dacatered
Eat the 808
Cool as a breeze, hot as the summer
Ridin' in a Hummer, soundin' like thunder
Lookin' for a missus, wrap her up in kisses
Keep her hella happy by
bang bang chiddy I'm a big problem
Tyga man in this bitch Vince Lombardi
Super bowl ring rollin red ferraris
Hundred thou in the date I don't say sorry
diner
Rocky Balboa, heart of a lion
Tyga, not to be fucked with, tyrant
On the highest level, top of mount Zion
She said she never fucked me, but she’s
about you
Cause I've heard about the women
With faraway eyes
Blinded by the glow from the neon light
But I'd rather just die
With you by my side
Cause
Commissioned by God to do his work
In fields close to home
Or faraway in foreign lands
We heed his calling
To be his messengers of love
Together you and I
happiness
Love's gonna live here again.
Instrumental ---
Crying Time:
(Buck Owens)
Oh, it's crying time again, you're gonna leave me
I can see that faraway
this to stay in your heart forever
But the law is law and will be (indeed)
And I gave a Viking's word
Faraway landscapes re-seething with grace
In
In the misty moonlight
By the flickering firelight
Any place is all right
Long as I'm with you (long as I'm with you)
In a faraway land
Your girls, my girls, my girl, my girls
Oh girl, hi girl, by girl
Lookin' for a white girl but I'm not Tyga
But you know a Tiger would
(Wood) if a tiger
the desert
only shooting stars guiding the merchants
marching through the faraway lands
Accompanied by howling souls and sand
only shooting stars over
binu pe mo fumble
If you come fumble
They go comport you
No be by mouth or by muscle
See the boy wey dey sing the song
They want to party all night long
When I was a kid in a country town
And I'd nothing better to do
I'd detour round by the railway bridge
On my way home from school
Leaning over
If I were a song
Would I be ringing in your head?
Would I make you come or would I make you wanna dance?
Would I take your mind to faraway places?
no sense
I'm da kind of man who prays but it's not easily
By this time, I guess I'm the last one
In the deep of your being, I will make my drums
GM
I remember being taught about the drug abuse by Mr Godstime
Never thought it could be me so imma tell my story in a rhyme
It's not always love,
days
Meet me in King Circle park by the empty lot
Right across the street from Sonny Man house
Right by Kawasaki and Sonny Beal
By the cold cup lady
gigglin?
I asked, they said "you be on television"
"Wait, your Tyga, my friend wants a picture"
So you live close by? Next thing I'm looking in her eyes
Drink this soda, soothe the odor
Turn it to more throw up
I'm tyga man, contagiously god made me
Don't shake my hand, If you afraid of satan
Jewelry by
In the misty moonlight by the flickering firelight
Any place is all right long as I'm with you
In a faraway land on the trophic sea sand
If your
the underworld
A pearled Persephone
Deflowered by the powers
Hat around her
Down her
Whirl
Doomed to damn the rift
Across the shifting abyss
With her
a faraway look in her faraway eyes
The face of an angel who's seen the hard times
A case of survival without any ties
Chorus
It's cheap and nasty love
She'd
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