TYGA

TYGA - Word On Street

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[Intro:]

Word on the street I got gold bricks

[Verse 1:]

Word on the street I got gold bricks

Put kinggold chains on yo bitch

better cry for me, that’s hooty and a blowfish

She gon blow dick til she pop, how many legs?

Blow this popsicle, stand quick

Insane niggas, getting bent in a Bentley

Hothead trigger nigga, don’t tempt me

Make that ass shake like a Wendy’s frosty (frost bit)

In the middle week, Jebediah

I’m the great Alexander Empire

Bubble gum, put shrimp on yo dinner

Rocky Balboa, heart of a lion

Tyga, not to be fucked with, tyrant

On the highest level, top of mount Zion

She said she never fucked me, but she’s lyin

Team so strong, could’ve been the Minnesota Viking, fuck it!

Two tears nigga in a bucket

You don’t like me and bitch I love it

Livin life reckless, gold bitch stay nugget

Step on curry, got 30 in the luggage

Fuck that bitch, she’ll never get a lover

Timbuktu, reincarnated king Musa

Talkin bout medusa, these niggas just losers

You ain’t even do shit, I’m the coach that’s coolest

T ruler, sharp shooter, red ruga, not human

Lex Luthor, super mutant, still bruising

Steel chrome, still ruthless, translucent

Probably the best to do this

Ho I ain’t gotta prove shit

The proof’s in the bank bitch

Do this shit for my kids’ kids

In the papadoce, you don’t even know what that is nigga

Word on the street I got gold bricks

Word on the street I got gold bricks

[Verse: 2]

Heath Ledger, pill poppin, no jokin

Stanley Kubrick, eyes wide die opened

So doctor, this ain’t Broadwayin

Tom foolery, yall niggas horse playin

Most hated cuz the crib most gated

Most cars, a lot of broads, the most dated

Your cars pass through expiration

Second to none, no offense, none taken

Stick up, I’m hijakin em back

I’m the shit bubblewrap, get rap to rap

Flow god, that is so hot

Step on yo back bitch

Now you hunchback and launch from the launchin pad

Lougin at the pack

T-Raw the best rapper in there and I’m flexin 600 grand on my lap

Instagram, take the pilot jet ready

That’s an instant plane

Fuck yall, niggas couch mane

Actin ashamed, don’t be a slave

Put yo check on the table

By the end of the days paid hey hey

Blake fair at the world fair, fuck hair

When them near smell roast in the air

Oh yea? Who that nigga with the big ass gat?

That’s me with the big ass gat

It’s a sabertooth

Hater eat yo life in a big ass flash

No pork on my plate, nigga still goin ham

Word on the street I got gold bricks

Word on the street I got gold bricks

Word on the street I got gold bricks

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