Tyga Tyga

[Intro] Everywhere I been Every place I go They all got one thing to call me You see, they all call me By one thing [Hook] (Tyga Tyga) At my shows and we roll and scream, people see him and say (Tyga Tyga) So nice, gotta repeat me twice, now everybody say (Tyga Tyga) Don't matter what them other bitches say I'm on my way Yeah, I'm on my, on my way Paragon Star, it's Tyga Tyga y'all [Verse 1] Both knuckles up, demos in the duffel, uh Bad color Sepia, who said I ain't good for nothin'? Respect my hustleness, madams get the mumbling Cause I'm covered with color skin, ask her what my mama thinks Along to my beats, these things compliments it's bad to see Once laughed at me, cause I had a dream Now they wanna relax, sit back with me I recline, decline whenever they speak, no room to breathe Look in my eyes, seen lies the truth defeat Gods who sized life Knee-high, see y'all One day after I die niggas, long ways Got a strong case to demonstrate 'fore I elevate As the swagger serenades, I see evil hate turn for great Admission admire the non-fate, put the large cake on my plate With a little bass, they scream and say [Hook] [Verse 2] How many marksmen you know in the local projects? How many niggas hold you down when the shit is started? Been counted, that's why I ain't heavy mobbin' Got a low-key crib, cause bitches retarded Repeat in they head, they with you On some all day shit, too much talkin' They get me nauseous Small apartment, do all your dirty laundry Cause word spread to everybody and they aunties No pretzels, but shit is salty Can't even trust the modest, you might spot 'em Gold Herringbone pop shit, stop it My details illegal mosh-pit Honest, this kid is [Hook] [Verse 3] On my way to the penthouse, tend a little me-ha Her friend like meet her, you don't know Tyga? She don't really care 'bout neither Either, I'm too far where her mind can't reach up Or she don't like music making money niggas I do know that I ain't got time I maneuvers Like that, voodoo, like that, you knew Me don't, I'm already high rap guru Fume, flew right past you with something to mac in and marry Catholics Accurate to its adjective Average chicks think I ain't baggin' 'em I still go in, I just love it when they call him [Hook]