Tyga - Taste Lyrics
(feat. Offset of Migos)[Intro]D.A[Verse 1: Tyga]Slide on a pimp game with my pinky rangLotta gang, lotta *****es, and a icy chainWhy you claim that you rich? That's a false claimI be straight to the whip, no baggage claimWhole lotta styles, can't even pronounce the nameYou don't even got no style, see you on my InstagramI be rocking it like its fresh off the panOnly when I'm taking pics, I'm the middle manWalk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the hand3 million cash, call me rain manMoney like a shower, thats my rain danceAnd we all in black, like it's gang landSay the wrong word, you be hang manWatch me stick to your ***** like a spray tanAw, Mr. what kind of car you in?In the city love my name, nigga I ain't gotta say it[Chorus: Tyga]Taste, taste, she can get a tasteTaste, taste, she can get a tasteTaste, taste, ***** what a nigga sayIts all the same, like Mary-KateTaste, taste, she can get a tasteTaste, taste, let you get a tasteTaste, taste, do you love the taste?Yeah that's cool but he ain't like me[Verse 2: Tyga]Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna fight meNigga get yo ass checked like a *****in nikeMe not icey, thats unlikelyAnd she gon' suck me like a *****in' Hi-CAw, chains on the neck for the whole teamAnd I feel like Gucci with the ice creamAnd my ***** want the Fenty not the MaybellineI'm the black JB the way these *****es screamMake these *****es screamPretty little thingLike my nigga A.E, say, yadiddamean[Chorus: Tyga]Taste, taste, she can get a tasteTaste, taste, she can get a tasteTaste, taste, ***** what a nigga sayIts all the same, like Mary-KateTaste, taste, she can get a tasteTaste, taste, let you get a tasteTaste, taste, do you love the taste?Yeah that's cool[Verse 3: Offset]OffsetYeah, I'ma put the drip on a plateDiamond ice glacier niggas imitateAye, aye feed me grapes Maybach with the drac'Slow case in the wraith, got this shit from baeDiamonds set the par, the cookie hittin' hardThe rari sittin' hard, I'm [?] on marsShotgun shells we gon' always hit the targetPopcorn ***** shell poppin' out the car trick3400 outside [?]488, FerrariMake her get on top of me and ride me like a HarleyShe wanna keep me company and never want depart meFishtail in the parking lotI don't kick it with these niggas cause they talk about chaAnd I got the fire don't make me spark it out chaKeep it in my back pocket like it's a walletLike the way she suck it suck it like a jollyStack it up and put it with the whole projectAnd she got the Patek on water [?]I'm rich in real life, I get that private copy[Chorus: Tyga]Taste, taste, she can get a tasteTaste, taste, let you get a tasteTaste, taste, do you love the taste?Yeah, thats cool, but he ain't like me[Outro: Tyga]Taste, taste, LA you can get a tasteTaste, taste, Miami you can get a tasteTaste, taste, Oakland you can get a tasteTaste, taste, New York do you love the tasteTaste, taste, Chi Town you can get a tasteTaste, taste, Houston you can get a tasteTaste, taste, Portland you can get a tasteTaste, taste, overseas let them *****es tasteTaste, taste, she can get a tasteTaste, taste, she can get a tasteTaste, taste, do you love the tasteTaste, taste, worldwide they gon' get a taste
