TYGA

TYGA - Riot lyrics

rate me

Fuck that fuck shit, pay me,

Rumors come and go, so I stay in a room presidential lately.

Top of the roof where the niggers start hating,

Talk that shit, I ain't for debatin, but I swear the gang got so clay aching,

Brought a new crib, your bitch says spacious,

Ride to the motherfucking money, man, I swear the shit about nothing,

While you niggers balling in the budget, boy, don't get close, I press that button, motherfucker

Lose the nigger roughed up, they be roughing,

Niggers rushed up, start scrubbing,

Nigger, get your cover, there's some troubles you are on,

Lucky motherfucker, don't be fucking with a young nigger dash.

T-Maney, one fucking problem,

Really master, need a doctor, I'm the sickest nigger 'bout it.

No desire, just the silence, on the sizzle be ninety,

Kill yourself like you're in college, it's finals, cock it.

Bitch, don't fight it, volume turn to violence,

Cash, money, party, guess you broke niggers ain't invited.

I got Bad bitch ridin', she dumb, but she get knowledge,

I ain't come to be vibrant, but my personality vibrant,

im In love with nobody, white bitches, they hotties

Hop up off my crotch, im the shit need a potty.

She lucky she with me, unlike them other niggers I got it.

T lotty dotty, welcome to my houseparty.

Fuck, nigga, get your pants up,

Fuck, nigga, get your pants up,

Fuck, nigga, get your pants up,

We're getting money, we're turned up.

Say, fuck, nigga, get your pants up,

Fuck, nigger, get your pants up,

Fuck, nigger, get your pants up,

We're getting money, we're turned up.

Yellow bitch and I got this sister, black market I'm shopping,

Last kings and we bossing, well I'm the first queen with no option,

I heard they hating, I don't give a fuck,

Tell 'em to bug in, they stuck in my cunt,

Bitch, can suck dick, 'cause you're doing too much,

Im getting mine and ain't nothing enough.

Getting richer, money, perfect picture.

Oh, no, I ain't missing at the studio with your ninja.

Tuck the name, I dis her, kill your bitch, you're gonna miss her,

Bring that body shopping now, I watch that coffin fit her.

Funeral home bring, you this your own get,

You and your crew or just you alone

Not give a fuck, I don't take no brakes,

Body in hoe put her in her place.

I'm out. They try it at your house,

Young gold asian and they know what I'm about bitch

Fuck, nigger, get your pants up,

Fuck, nigger, get your pants up,

Fuck, nigger, get your pants up,

We're getting money, we're turned up.

Say, fuck, nigger, get your pants up,

Fuck, nigger, get your pants up,

Fuck, nigger, get your pants up,

We're getting money, we're turned up

Thanks to itsemma for correcting these lyrics

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