Tyga - Get Home (Freestyle) lyrics

(Bridge – JR Castro) Get right, get right, I’ma hit it right I’ma hit it right yeah, I’ma hit it right Get right, get right, I’ma hit it right I’ma hit it right yeah, I’ma hit it right (Verse 1 – King Los) I made her strip like she had a stage Told her clap it on my face like aftershave Get too much pu**y when you made some millions Brought her a USB drive, and told her save her feelings I’m macking, plus ya man ain’t k** it yet Bi**h I cannon ball in that pu**y and get the ceiling wet Ass so big it need a kickstand Pu**y too good to pull out, I call that s**t quicksand Baby he a sixth man, you need you a starter Shorty I can his and her Audemar you tomorrow Order new cars and call a U-Haul and have em move Forty two closets worth of shoes in your new apartment, I’m balling He made you his boo thing, I keep you in that new thing I just bought a s** swing for if you having mood swings Whining like a rude ting, girl you know the routine Think I’m tryna clone you they way I buy you new jeans (Verse 2 – Tyga) She gon drop and make that thing Gnarley You a new school Barbie…in a new Ferrari I brought that old school out, rims like Attari Faded for tonight, tomorrow don’t call me In a sense, she gon do and leave no evidence Fingerprints, on a window tint, tryna see who win Papi pap alert, take you round my city yeah Ride around my j**els, let you wear it when we in that bed Yeah yeah, I got that good in the morning Dipping while you yawning, she can’t control it She my little soldier, gangsta like Jody T-Raww I’m focused, you know that she open, is