Tyga - Taste (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Tyga - Taste (en) Lyrics
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D.A.
Slide on a pimp game
with my pinky rang
Lotta gang, lotta bitches,
and a icy chain
Why you claim that you rich?
That's a false claim
I be straight to the whip,
no baggage claim
Whole lotta styles, can't
even pronounce the name
You don't even got no style,
see you on my Instagram
I be rockin' it like it's
fresh out the pan
Only when I'm takin' pics,
I'm the middleman
Walk, talk it like a boss,
I just lift the hand
3 million cash, call me rain man
Money like a shower, that's
my rain dance
And we all in black,
like it's gangland
Say the wrong word, you be hangman
Watch me stick to your bitch
like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car You In?'
In the city love my name, nigga
I ain't gotta say it
(Taste, taste) she can get a taste
(Taste, taste) fuck what a nigga say
It's all the same, like Mary-Kate
(Taste, taste) let you get a taste
(Taste, taste) do you love the taste?
Yeah that's cool but he ain't like me
Lotta girls like me, niggas
wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked
like a fuckin' Nike
Me not icey, that's unlikely
And she gon' suck me
like a fuckin' Hi-C
Aw, chains on the neck
for the whole team
And I feel like Gucci
with the ice cream
And my bitch want the Fenty,
not the Maybelline
I'm the black JB the way
these bitches scream
Make these bitches scream
Pretty little thing
Like my nigga A.E, say, yadadamean
Yeah that's cool
(Offset)
Yeah, I'ma put the drip on
the plate (drip, drip)
Diamond ice-glazed, niggas
imitate (ice, ice)
Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach
with the drac' (grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith,
got this shit from bae
Diamonds up to par, the cookie
hittin' hard (hard)
The Rari sit in park, I'm
at it, on Mars (Mars)
Shotgun shells, we gon' always
hit the target (blaow)
Popcorn bitch shell poppin'
out the cartridge (pop it)
3400 Nawfside, Charles Barkley
4-8-8, Ferrari
Make her get on top of me and
ride me like a Harley
She wanna keep me company and
never want depart me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, fishtail in
the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I don't kick it with these niggas
'cause they talk about cha
And I got the fire, don't
make me spark it out cha
Keep it in my back pocket
like it's a wallet
Like the way she suck it, suck
it like a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it with
the whole project (racks)
And she got the Patek
on water moccasin
I'm rich in real life, I
get that profit, copy
Yeah, that's cool, but
he ain't like me
(Taste, taste) LA you can get a taste
(Taste, taste) Miami you
can get a taste
(Taste, taste) Oakland
you can get a taste
(Taste, taste) New York do
you love the taste?
(Taste, taste) Chi-Town
you can get a taste
(Taste, taste) Houston
you can get a taste
(Taste, taste) Portland
you can get a taste
(Taste, taste) overseas let
them bitches taste
(Taste, taste) worldwide
they gon' get a taste
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