tyga – like me testo

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“like me”

uh yea b-tch i’m ballin, b-tch i’m balling
betchu n-gg-, he ain’t balling (like me)
yea, b-tches choosing and they calling
cause i’m balling said they wanna f-ck a n-gg- (like me)
and my n-gg-s paid, they ain’t never gotta pay (like me)
yea b-tch i’m ballin, b-tch i’m balling
betchu n-gg-, he ain’t balling (like me)

uh, tyga strike, rally paint
i’m the sh-t, b-tch let it stink (let it stink)
rinse your eyes with my holy water, i ain’t gone take her
i know that’s his only daughter, n-gg- whatchu thinkin?
this that big bang rapper ballin, huh
i don’t even drink, but she alcoholic
baby sip it til it’s gone (yea i know it)
uh, cash like c-ke, b-tches gotta blow it.
so put your number on this paper, i promise i’ll call
no, i can’t called b-tch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, sh-t
sh-t is on silence all day long
i don’t need no interruption when i’m makin you moan
early morn, wake up, then you yawn
breakfast in bed, waffles and a little head, roscoe’s
chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling sh-t
cause i’m ballin, b-tch


uh, hotel suite, presidential
f-ck you b-tchin whatchu been thru
i got two doors homie, one side for my clothes
another side for my big shoes
now that’s ballin, don’t think that’s ballin?
motherf-cker how would you know it, if you’ve never done it
i turned my engine on loud, wake the neighbor, honey
life like chocolate when you getting money
rain, rain dollar bills in my dreams
b-tches fighting for me like it’s jerry spring’
but is the summer, winter, they fallin for me
colder than a coca cola polar, 7 degrees
you know you watch t.v, seperate your mind, please
if you’re the bomb b-tch, why you tryna tick with me
remove your top, time to pop
she said she like it rough, so i beat it up, p-ssy punch


king lazareth, living on that lavish sh-t [?]
lose your mind, lose your sense
pay attention, yea you feeling me
fill my cup high as trees, relax feel the breeze
all jokes aside, got a mistress on the side
if you ridin for me then you gone ride or die
ruff ryder volume 2 my love
if you wanna party, got a party bus
capacity us, full moon, brandy gl-ss
so loosen your gucci baby, lemme spank that -ss
taste so good, blue berry rasp
berry berry cherry, whip cream on that tw-t
you can applaud that, terminator, i’ll be right back
say my name, tyga man, screaming so loud, like i know you can


sound so good; make ya wanna slap your mama
young money, tyga tyga, n-gg-

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