TYGA - Hookah lyrics

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Feat. Young Thug

(Intro)

Throw it pass me the hookah

I may love, pass me the hookah

(Verse: Young Thug)

Tan on the place. I'mma rich nigga, got your nails on my waist

Run up on me playn, I'mma aim it at yo face

And I go for anybody, anyway, eh

I'm a rich blood, by the way

And I have swag, roll it hard I can take

Fist scared, you're like all these bitches on the bay

Don't wanna talk, man, they say I need some space

Woop, woop, woop

My new car get (woop) I just paint the car

Now I'm runnin' in my Coup

Now I'm on the top, I'mma put it on the rock

Crawl, walking hot, got all of these bitches shop

So many wither than my socks, oh

I don't wanna talk it, I must walk it

Clone me, after that a nigga still fly

I buy paints by the two, no prob

(Hook x9)

Baby, pass me the hookah

(Verse: Tyga)

Rubbin' on my chain, blowin' clowdmatic

Smoke smth wid a G and bend that ass backward

Layed back, relaax and talk mathematics

Later on we test a little sex practice

Write my name on the wall, money in the matrice

She wanna get involved, she hop on the blunt

Say wit the hookah, y'all

I tell 'er pass pack, if the shit too strong

It's all set, Mozart art on the block, so wet

I got a while on 'er and I ain't done yet

Lookin' at yo future, baby, put dwn the cigarette

Come hop on this kush jet, and take flight (yeah)

Tell 'em bitches, hmm, fuck that

You were the light in bed, I got the magic carpet

(For that dash, yes)

I'm also on, I got two oceans on me,

Big homie, Young Thug, look up

Go roll in Rolls Royce, so shawty

(Hook x9)

Baby, pass me the hookah

(Verse: Tyga)

Been frank, baddies in the Benz wagon

You know she want a ride home, hop on the bandwagon

I got the chain sagg, you know that life lavish

Lifestyles like this gon' need Magnums

Pass, baby, welcome to rich class, baby

You all Maybeline, like you new Celine

At the mansion, lean cars on Sheen

You white girl, but black girl, get the fly team

It's verified, they ain't know it's sea level

Water eyes don't cry, inhale and breathe regular

My baby on it, higher than crack of dawn it

By these shake figure eight like Picasso draw ya

Oh, yes, I'm winning, bling clinging, ring blingin'

Like like, but no reason. Lets get closer, closed in

Remove yo clothes, we close friends,

Don't get yo smoke in, O.G. Oakland

Shout out Oakland

(Hook x9)

Baby, pass me the hookah