I'm in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts.
Got da Halloween kicks trick or treatin the clutch.
Come on n***a is you trickin or what?
Flo-fl-flow tighter than a dick in the bu*t.
Just hopped off da plane, came back from Vancouv'
Little white tee, some b**bs, and bamboo.
White girls tell me, "hey Nicki, your camp rules.
Is that why you get more head than shampoos?"
Asalaamalaikum, no oink for me.
And I never let a D-boy boink for free.
'Cause its barbie b**h, you can join the wave.
I done penny, nickel, dimed, I done coined da phrase.
You couldn' beat me there if you had a Leer.
Indian-style court side wit a cavalier
VIP Roseau's you can have a beer.
'Cause honey when you gettin money you don't have a care.
Now r-roger that, r-r-roger that. R-roger that, r-r-r-roger that. R-roger that, r-r-roger that....................Roger.
{Tyga}
Young black Rico's.
k** for da C notes.
But me though,
I jack son b**h Tito
She wanna play games,
But this is not bingo.
Monopoly I'm past "GO"
Gon' ahead and deep-throat.
4-chick Foursomes,
Skin colors mocha.
Sally and Sonia put the pussies on my Totem.
Pole.
Watt stroke 'em,
Strike it like bowlin.
Now open like you yawnin'.
Its 6 in the mornin.
Slee-Sleepin on me probably in a coffin.
I'm hotter than the end of f**in' August,
I'm awesome.
I'm awesome. Repeat it to ya Grandma and Uncles, my Mothers
Tyga's no Dad but I'm the muhf**a.
My f**a's,
This the last supper.
Look, no hands,
I'm a bread cuffer.
I dont dare lover,
I'm a dare devil
I don't fear nothin'.
Muhf**a,
YOUNG MONEY!
Now roger that. Roger that. Ro-Roger that. Roger that. f** around and never get Roger back.
{Wayne}
(I'm goin' in!)
Fresh off the jet, sharper than Gillette.
The blunt still wet, so pa** it like bread.
We sip side a mug, we call it upset.
Smoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden debt.
I'm a beast.
You a pet.
AK long neck.
Keith Sweat.
Weezy, muthaf**a.
Capo in this b**h wit me.
Money talks and have a convo in this b**h wit me.
I'm mountain high Colorado in this b**h wit me.
Flow crazy. 730, you just 650.
20 bullets from the Chopper take the roof off.
Laughin to the bank,
I'm a goof ball.
It's YM.
And we at yo neck like a Violin.
It's our world.
We make it spin.
And y'all the prey..Amen.
Now roger that. Roger that. Where Roger at? I heard Rog' a Rat.
Fuc-f** around and never get Roger back.