Yeah that's cool [Verse 3: Offset] 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 [Chorus: Tyga] Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, let you get a taste Taste, taste, 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, she can get a taste Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, do you love the taste? ' In the city love my name, nigga I ain't gotta say it [Chorus: Tyga] Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say It's all the same, like Mary-Kate Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, let you get a taste Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Yeah that's cool but he ain't like me [Verse 2: Tyga] 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. That's a false claim I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim Whole lotta styles, can't even pronounce the name You ain't 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. E, say, yadadamean [Chorus: Tyga] Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say It's all the same, like Mary-Kate Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, let you get a taste Taste, taste, 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, she can get a taste Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Taste, taste, worldwide they gon' get a taste. Yeah that's cool [Verse 3: Offset] 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 [Chorus: Tyga] Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, let you get a taste Taste, taste, do you love the taste? A [Verse 1: Tyga] Slide on a pimp game with my pinky rang Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain Why you claim that you rich? Charlie Puth — I Hope 13 Bad Bunny, Jhay Cortez — Dakiti 14 Luke Combs — Better Together 15 Pooh Shiesty feat. ' In the city love my name, nigga I ain't gotta say it [Chorus: Tyga] Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say It's all the same, like Mary-Kate Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, let you get a taste Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Taste, taste, worldwide they gon' get a taste. That's a false claim I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim Whole lotta styles, can't even pronounce the name You ain't 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. Lil Durk — Back In Blood feat. Mohsen. Yeah that's cool but he ain't like me [Verse 2: Tyga] 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. Mohsen. E, say, yadadamean [Chorus: Tyga] Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say It's all the same, like Mary-Kate Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, let you get a taste Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't like me [Outro: Tyga] 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? Lil Durk — Back In Blood feat. Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't like me [Outro: Tyga] 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? A [Verse 1: Tyga] Slide on a pimp game with my pinky rang Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain Why you claim that you rich? Charlie Puth — I Hope 13 Bad Bunny, Jhay Cortez — Dakiti 14 Luke Combs — Better Together 15 Pooh Shiesty feat.。
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