Tyga - Wish v Тра | Текст песни

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• Wish v Тра

Well, it’s the west side killer, bitch, all about my paper,
One hand on my yap, screaming finger, yeah, I hate them too.
Two hands on my lap, two bitches ass, make it
Three hundred on the drop and I’m still your bitch favorite,
I want her, I get her, don’t need her,
Change ‘em like seasons, fall off when I leave her.
Yeah, I cush ‘em out and I rhyme with that Nina,
Get gang, eat her, she ain’t speaking no English. Ariba!

While I’m going crazy,
Yeah, we’re in the party and the party’s getting faded
Already fucked up, I don’t know how I made it.
And I don’t need no driver, ‘cause I drive intoxicated.
A nigger can’t tan me, two ladies entertain me,
Pull my money out, another cloud rainin’
Let me make some rap, now my face’s changing,
Looking like cable while I’m standin’ on the table.

And I wish a nigger what like I’m training this bitch,
Wish a nigger what like I’m training this bitch,
We in this bitch, we in this bitch.

Tuxedo, bitch, I ain’t eat a beetle,
Just put fawls on the ghost, but I don’t need ‘em.
Rich king, no shirt, no hold beat her,
Hotter than the motherfucking devil, red beamer.
All about my under meaning,
Said he from the land, but nigger said they never seen you.
Pour ice in the down for no reason, and she catch my balls like goal keepers.
Tripping more, hall of base, put the bump in your face, why you all up in my space?
Bitch, back, back, keep my house cause at the date,
Got five hoes with me like I’m on a lemon gate.
My money been straight, ain’t gold chains on a license plate.
As I valet the ride, two chains on, no light.

While I’m going crazy,
Yeah, we’re in the party and the party getting faded
Faded, faded, while I’m going crazy,

Yeah, we’re in the party and these niggers’ going crazy.


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