CHRIS BROWN WITH TYGA - BETTER

[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
I love women and power, we used to sit and talk for hours
On the balcony, my condo play your favorite, shawty
No love lost, just the perfect soulmate, that's all
It's my fault, caught in a rupture
Should've been you I was touchin', I knew it wasn't
My ego, I was buzzin' but not how you wanted
Too busy tryna flaunt it, like I just bought it
You know them bitches 'round you can't hold water
This s'posed to be our moment
These pills set it, I'm feelin' better
Called you to tell you I love you
But you too busy with some other shit, I'm guessin'
No texts, no proof, no voice messages
How we become enemies so effortless?
Or was I blind when you was naked?
Or high when you was level
Know time is of the essence
No lie, I live and regret it
Decisions I made, embedded in my mind
Hate to admit it, but I gotta say it one time

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Should've treated you right
But every night I was livin' life in the fast lane
I should've put my focus on you
In the club every night
I just get it wrong when you do right
And I keep just fillin' your head with the lies
This shit comes with a price
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
What happened to me, babe?
This ain't who you fell in love with
You say you need space
Don't do this
Just look at me, one more time
I know I fucked up but I'm tryin' to please you
I'ma give you all
And your heartache and pain's gonna stop
Baby right here
Don't walk away
There is no one left to call
Don't wanna be alone when you disappear
I know I hurt you more than three times
Now you need me time
Fuck I'm s'posed to do in the meantime?
Then she told me "figure it out"

[Hook]
Should've treated you right
But every night I was livin' life in the fast lane
I should've put my focus on you
In the club every night
I just get it wrong when you do right
And I keep just fillin' your head with the lies
This shit comes with a price
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you

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CHRIS BROWN WITH TYGA - AYO

[Ayo (Feat. Tyga)]
I need you I need you
I need you I need you
I need you I need you
I need you I need you

[Chris Brown]
Ayo, we poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down
When she bring her friend around
Fuck them both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

[Tyga]
Ahh! Aye babe this my new shit
I'm the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got a engine full of trunk space
I get money three ways
Fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
But I make that bitch walk for some cheesecake
Yeah, I'm the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I can be me
She too into me, I'm more into money
My hobby's her body
That pussy's my lobby
I'mma eat it, I'mma eat it
I won't lie, hold my dick, too conceited
Uh, told her she's my wife for the weekend
But don't be acting like I need you
Cause we poppin' like

[Chris Brown]
Ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down
When she bring her friend around
Fuck them both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

[Chris Brown]
I'm in a Rolls, you don't roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I'm tryna fuck Coco, this don't concern Ice
If I motorboat, she gon' motorbike
A nigga ain't worried about nothin'
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me
Her nigga worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body (bodyy)
And she said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
Especially when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud (cause we poppin' like)

Ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down
When she bring her friend around
Fuck them both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

[Chris Brown & Tyga]
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it's a holiday
Uh, you losing money, I win mills Dr. J
She's gonna follow my lead, Simon Says
Paper, paper, I'm riding scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
Never been an outcast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
In my section less niggas, more lesbians
Got your bitch, I'm that nigga
Yeah we poppin' like

Ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down
When she bring her friend around
Fuck them both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

[Tyga]
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof - ahh!

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TYGA FT. YOUNG THUG - HOOKAH

[Hook: Young Thug x4]
Baby pass me the hookah
Pass me the hookah
Pass the hookah
Pass the hookah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Damn I love this place
I'm a rich nigga got chanel on my waist
Run up on me playin I'mma aim it at ya face
And that go for anybody... anyways
I'm a rich blood by the way
And I have swag roll it all like a tape
Fish scale, yeah I got these bitches on the bait
Don't wanna talk, man I said I need some space
My new car get geeked up
I just paid a cop, now Im running out of coupes
Panoramic top, I'mma put it on the rocks
Crawl, walk and hop, got all these bitches shocked
Stone molly whiter than my socks
I don't, I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout guap
Clowning you niggas I see you flop
I buy pints by the 2 no Pac

[Hook: Young Thug x7]
Baby pass me the hookah
Pass me the hookah
Pass the hookah
Pass the hookah

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Rubbin on my chain blowing cloudmatic
Smoke something with a G and bend that ass
backwards
Lay back relax and talk mathematics
Later on we test a little sex practice
Write my name on the wall
Money in the mattress bet she wanna get involved
She hopped on the blunt said 'Where the hookah y'all?'
I tell her pass back if the shit too strong
It's all set; Mozart art on the blog so wet
I got a where I want her and I ain't done yet
Looking at your future baby put down the cigarette
Come hop on this kush jet and take flight
Tell them bitches 'mmm fuck that'
You wanna lay in bed I got a magic carpet for that ass
yes
I'm also on one
Got two Olsen's on me
Big homie
Young Thugger Thugger rolling
Rolls Royce so shorty

[Hook: Young Thug x7]
Baby pass me the hookah
Pass me the hookah
Pass the hookah
Pass the hookah

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Ben Frank baddies in the Benz waggin'
You know she want a ride home hop on the band wagon
I got the chain saggy
You know that life lavish
Lifestyles like this gon' need magnums
Pass baby
Welcome to rich class baby
You all Maybelline, with ya new Celine
Audemars on lean, cars on sheen
You white girl but black girl ghetto fly ting
It's verified, they ain't on your sea level
Watered eyes don't cry inhale and breath regular
My baby on it
High at the crack of dawn and
Baby shape, figure 8 like Picasso draw ya
Oh yes I'm winnin'
Bling kingin'
Ring blingin'
Like like for no reason
Let's get closer, closed in
Remove your clothes we close friends
Don't get choked smoking OG Oakland
Shout out Oakland

[Hook: Young Thug x7]
Baby pass me the hookah
Pass me the hookah
Pass the hookah
Pass the hookah

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TYGA FT. JUSTIN BIEBER - WAIT FOR A MINUTE

Yeah
Wait for a minute
Can wait for a minute?
Yeah, wait for a minute
Wait for a minute
Girl, just a minute

Well, if you walk with me
Well, if you take my hand babe
We can go to a place you ain't never seen before

Slow dance in the moonlight
I'm just tryna set the mood right
I'm just doing what a dude do
Do it over and over and over

Quickly wanna run with me now
Swiftly just come with me now
Foot steps go to the beat now
Over and over and over

It's just the way, that way, that way, that you do me babe
All, I can say, that say, that say, that I'd behave
But I'd be lying babe

Just wanna wait for a minute (wait for a minute)
Wait for a minute, babe (wait for a minute)
Just wanna wait for a minute (play for a minute)
I dream place for a minute, place for a minute babe

[Tyga]
Hold up, I don't need no love
I said that with a straight face, baby that's poker
Feel a lil sober, got it mixed in my soda
I clean up good, aropa, dopa
Baby I'm the shit but that's a good odor
I'm a young star but my money look Yoda
Crib on the ocean, backyard boat shit
You hating on the Internet, I couldn't even notice
Tickets no service, we at the top working
Pop-pops is lurking, told her "don't get nervous"
I don't swerve Suburbans, this a gold derby
Ferarri's and horses, I snap like Torres
No rug, I floor it, girl, come feel important
I'm all about a dollar, babe, banks call me Georgi
9-5 Rollie, 96 Kobe, tonight we gon' ball like Ginobili
You know me, I'm just tryna...

Slow dance in the moonlight
I'm just tryna set the mood right
I'm just doing what a dude do
Do it over and over and over

Quickly wanna run with me now
Swiftly just come with me now
Foot steps go to the beat now
Over and over and over

It's just the way, that way, that way, that you do me babe (oh)
All I can say, that say, that say that I'd behave
But I'd be lying babe (I'd be lying babe)

Just wanna wait for a minute (wait for a minute)
Wait for a minute, babe (wait for a minute)
Just wanna wait for a minute (wait for a minute)
I dream place for a minute, place for a minute babe

Just wanna wait for a minute
Wait for a minute
Just to wait for a minute
Wait for a minute
Girl, just a minute
Wait just a minute
Can you wait just a minute?
Girl, just a minute
Wait just a minute, wait just a minute

Aggh!
Yeah, T-raw, JB
Too fly never stop, know what?

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TYGA -RACK CITY

[Intro:]
Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch
Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch, rack
Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch
Mutha on the beat

Hah!

[Verse 1:]
Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch
Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch
100 deep V.I.P. no guest list
T-Raw you don't know who you fucking with?
Got my other bitch fucking with my other bitch
Fucking all night nigga we ain't celibate
Make it sound too dope I ain't selling it
Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint
Gold Letterman last kings killing shit
Young money young money yeah we getting rich
I Got ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)
Girl you know what it is

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