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" Outro Talking "
Yo, all the fans, Fan of a Fan
That strictly means we're the fan of, the fans of you guys
So we want you to know that we love y'all
And thank you for all the support and we gon' keep rocking, man
Check out Tyga projects coming out, my projects
We gon' get it popping for the streets, like I always say
And uh, my number ones, the ladies
Thank y'all for being so supportive too, man
'Cause you know without y'all, we nothing
Yeah, before we go, we gotta do this, ah!
That's it, cut that real quick
" Talk Ya Ear Off "
I got what you want, want and girl, I want you
So grab a couple a friends and let's go out and if you're nasty, I'm nasty too
I've got a whole section already reserved for you
So bring your pretty ass over, to me
I say, I ain't gon' talk ya ear off (Girl)
Ain't gon' talk ya ear off (Girl)
I won't talk ya ear off (Girl)
I'm calling all the pretty ladies to the floor
Boy, don't talk my ear off (Girl)
I won't talk your ear off (Girl)
Don't talk my ear off (Girl)
But only if you follow me to the floor
Girl, I got your heart, heart, I know what to do, baby
Just sit that big ol' thing on my lap, that big ol' booty
I'm telling the truth, baby, it's only you that I gotta have
So bring your pretty ass over to me
I say, I ain't gon' talk ya ear off (Girl)
Ain't gon' talk ya ear off (Girl)
I won't talk ya ear off (Girl)
I'm calling all the pretty ladies to the floor
Boy, don't talk my ear off (Girl)
I won't talk your ear off (Girl)
Don't talk my ear off (Girl)
But only if you follow me to the floor
(Talkin' 'bout it, talkin' 'bout it, baby, then be about it)
Oh no
(If you talkin' 'bout it, talkin' 'bout it, baby, then be about it)
Yeah
(If you talkin' 'bout it, talkin' 'bout it, baby, then be about it)
Be about it
(Baby, just be about it, baby, just be about it)
Woohoo!
(Talkin' 'bout it, talkin' 'bout it, baby, then be about it)
You know it
(If you talkin' 'bout it, talkin' 'bout it, baby, then be about it)
Girl
(If you talkin' 'bout it, talkin' 'bout it, baby, then be about it)
You know it
(Baby, just be about it, baby, just be about it)
You know it, baby
I say, I ain't gon' talk ya ear off (Girl)
Ain't gon' talk ya ear off (Girl)
I won't talk ya ear off (Girl)
I'm calling all the pretty ladies to the floor
Boy, don't talk my ear off (Girl)
I won't talk your ear off (Girl)
Don't talk my ear off (Girl)
But only if you follow me to the floor
" High End "
High end, yeah
You know what we doin'
On the set
(Boy)
Slatt, set, gang, set
I'm on a high end (Jet)
I'm 'bout to fly in (Set)
Hop in a Cayenne (Skrrt)
I was just glidin' (I was just glidin')
I just be stylin' (Stylin', stylin')
I'm on a high end (I'm on a high)
I'm on a fly end (Ah, yeah)
We 'bout to fly in (Yeah, ooh, ooh)
Jump in the Cayenne (Jump in the Cayenne)
Jump in the Cayenne (Skrrt-skrrt)
Ran out of molly (Ran out of molly)
Gotta go find it (Gotta go find it)
Snatch up a thotty (Snatch up to a thotty)
In a big body (In a big body)
Dripset Wu-Tang (Dripset Wu-Tang)
We like Shaolin (We like Shaolin)
What's the total? (Yeah, yeah)
What's the lick read? (What's the lick read?)
Rockin' Balenci' (Rockin' Balenci')
Whippin' up big Bs (Whip up big Bs)
What's the total?
What's the lick read?
Plain Jane watch, Richard Mille, yeah
Richard Mille cost me 'bout an Aston-Martin
Left my Tesla sittin' at the house on the charge
I just met the owners of Chanel and Dior Dor
'Cause they say I'm spendin' too much money in the stores
Pluto
Ha ha
Everything high-end
I whip the Masi
I pop a half a Perc'
Make a deposit
I am not from the Earth
Stay on my fly shit
I'm flyin' private
On my Dubai shit
On a Ducati, stuntin' on 'em
All of you niggas my little homies
Here's some knowledge for you
Stop tryna wife a thot bitch (Thot bitch)
All the vampires know that we don't go to sleep
We stay up all night, pop me two or three, pill exotic type
Everything high-end, you see the stars
And my Richard Mille cost more than your car
Everything high-end
Everything high-end
And you fake, nigga
Should retire
And you fuck niggas
Should get fired up
Don't fuck with fed niggas
They be wired up
Pluto
Everything high-end
Uh, uh, phew-phew
I wanna bargain (On God)
'Bout to hit Cali (Yeah)
I want an X pill (Hold on)
I want a Molly (Hold on)
I'ma get seasick (Seasick)
From these diamonds (From these diamonds)
I's locked in (Yeah, uh-huh)
I would climb in (Yeah, let's get it)
Peep out the Climax (Yeah)
Put the dubs in knapsacks (Put some knaps)
Put some ice on a basic bitch (Put some ice on a basic bitch)
Put the hundreds in gem clips, yeah (Look like a thotty)
Freaky in my car (Yeah)
Maybach seat massage (Skrrt)
Backseat turn to a vault (Yeah)
Security outside like a guard (Damn)
Securin' my spot, I'm a dog (Secure)
Securin' the sky like a star (Securin' the spot)
Uh, I'm a big B like a wasp (Hold on)
Can't come to me, I'm the boss, hold on (Yeah)
400 racks on my car, hold on (Uh)
Got a old mink on the floor (Damn)
King Tut gotta say it's old (Auction, auction, bitch)
Spend a milli' at a store (To get tags)
Tat my ribs like King Tut's (Now go get that)
Caught my first body, I was a man from there (Yeah)
Nigga tried to take my mind, I left his ass in there (Buh)
Then hopped inside the Jag', I did the dash, you know that (Skrrt)
I ain't gon' stay on no scene, I'll let my lawyer handle that (Yeah)
(Get it)
Everything high-end (Yeah)
I see it, it's mine then (I got it)
I like it, I bought it (It's mine)
I'm wet up like faucets (Uh)
Catch up to not get (Bang-bang)
We don't let bygones be bygones
" Yellow Tape "
Stand behind the Yellow Tape
Stand behind the Yellow Tape
Stand behind the Yellow Tape
Yeah, stay behind the Yellow Tape
Wait a second, wait a minute
Don't compare me to them other niggas
Desert Eagle, Smith & Wesson
I'm about to go to war, gon' pledge allegiance
Where the real friends at when you really need 'em?
When I was locked up in the county, I ain't even see 'em
About my lonely, lonely
What happen to the bitches and the party?
A 100 bottles that was every weekend
Bitches piled up in my crib like a Colosseum
After 3 A.M., you know we getting freaky
Hella one night stands, bitches catching feelings
Tired of fake loving, fake Hollywood, ain't 'bout shit
Fake gang banging and they're claiming to pop shit
Fake titties and cocaine in their nostrils, stop it, huh
Soo Woo, been a nigga, been about it
And if it's my time to go, I'm taking everybody
Don't care, my niggas, we shootin' anybody
And if it ain't your business, nigga, don't worry about it, oh, oh
I hear 'em talking down on me, down on me
But where they're at tonight? I got a 100 rounds on me
I think I had it up to here, my nigga, huh
You know your killers, they fear my niggas, huh
So what you tryna, tryna do, tryna, tryna do?
Dancing round the issue, bitch, you know you're running out of moves
I keep it real, my nigga, huh
This Richard Mille hella clear, cost a mil, my nigga
Yeah, give a fuck about how you feel, my nigga
Got the mic, life a horror movie, feel like thriller
Passive aggressive bitches always acting all timid
Won't help you make no money but I bet they'll help you spend it, ha
Had a meeting with the devil last week
Couldn't believe what he said to me, huh
"Here take this contract, signature please
You can have it all but you know your soul, I'ma keep"
Bad luck, bad luck, yeah, you know it come in threes
Battling my demons, I'm the only one who sees, ha
I've got the fire blazing, burning all the weed
I bet the hell ain't hotter than this fucking Hennessy, yeah
Two feet off the ground, whoa, whoa, like why am I living here?
Up and down, up and down, whoa, whoa, I think I might drown from my tears
I cry 'cause my fate is sold, too many tears, I'm thinking 'bout ending here
Wanna forget, Russian roulette with the pistol
Bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, stand behind the yellow tape
Ayy, bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, stand behind the yellow tape, hey
Go bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take
Don't shoot, don't shoot, stand behind the yellow tape
Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't
Stand behind the yellow tape
Wonder if God got a sense of humor
I hope you know that he see all that shit you doing
Know I'm a sinner but I hope that he still listen to me
Temptation and fornication, he know I love the pussy
Misdirection with no connection, ain't no substance
She just wanna fuck, whatever happened to us love making?
You don't wanna be in the club when you an old lady
And I know I'm too fucked up to love my own lady
Ain't gon' lie, every nigga cheat, frontin' like they're poppin' bottles
All these niggas cheap, me? I'm standing on my wallet
It don't mean I ain't lonely
In the Hills, all the way up, Uber X sittin' at the bottom
You know I ain't gotta flex, nigga, know I got it
Chain cost a quarter mil', for me? That's a couple dollars
Sayin', "Fuck it", takin' porn stars to Benihanas
What's the point of rockin', rollin' without the gun powder?
Had a meeting with the devil last week
Couldn't believe what he said to me, huh
"Here take this contract, signature please
You can have it all but you know your soul, I'ma keep"
Bad luck, bad luck, yeah, you know it come in threes
Battling my demons, I'm the only one who sees, ha
I've got the fire blazing, burning all the weed
I bet the hell ain't hotter than this fucking Hennessy, yeah
Two feet off the ground, whoa, whoa, like why am I living here?
Up and down, up and down, whoa, whoa, I think I might drown from my tears
I cry 'cause my fate is sold, too many tears, I'm thinking 'bout ending here
Wanna forget, Russian roulette with the pistol
Bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, stand behind the yellow tape
Ayy, bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, stand behind the yellow tape, hey
Go bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take
Don't shoot, don't shoot, stand behind the yellow tape
Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't
Stand behind the yellow tape
" Shoes "
Shout out to La the Dark
Monday through Sunday, we rock different pairs
Feel me (Gangsta)
Gangsta Grillz, bastards
I got a problem, I got the answer now
No more singin' chicks I'm messin' with a dancer now
She got a stripper pole, know how to break it down
She went from nothin' to somethin', she tryna make it now
She's original, I boosted up her style
She got her downtown pierced just to make me smile
We was finna go, but she naked now
And she did it in front of an audience
Shawty got ass
Skinny lil' waist, I ain't stupid, can't let it go to waste
Man, damn, she got swag
Temperature's heat, picture perfect every scene
Any camera flash
Go and try to get her, but when you do, she say that I'm with her
They ain't got the last, I'm chasin' with the mask
Tell me who's meaner when I switch 'em like sneakers
And you know I never, never wear the same pair twice
I gotta keep 'em laced 'cause my tongue game nice
I rock 'em like you never do, chick game is phenomenal
Can't take nothin' from me 'cause I live that life
Never, never wear the same pair twice
I gotta keep 'em laced 'cause my tongue game nice
I rock 'em like you never do, chick game is phenomenal
Can't take nothin' from me 'cause I live that life
I can't get rid of her, can't understand it now
I got the fresh girl, nigga, you got the hand-me-down
You got the sloppy seconds, already dug it out
I did my Dougie, sat down and let her work it out
She got them cakes out, I call her Betty Crock
Mr. Flintstone, I can make her bed rock
When I was tryna go, she got naked now
And shawty took it off in a DeLorean
Shawty got ass
Skinny lil' waist, I ain't stupid, can't let it go to waste
Man, damn, she got swag
Temperature's heat, picture perfect every scene
Any camera flash
Go and try to get her, but when you do, she say that I'm with her
They ain't got the last, I'm chasin' with the mask
Tell me who's meaner when I switch 'em like sneakers
And you know I never, never wear the same pair twice
I gotta keep 'em laced 'cause my tongue game nice
I rock 'em like you never do, chick game is phenomenal
Can't take nothin' from me 'cause I live that life
Never, never wear the same pair twice
I gotta keep 'em laced 'cause my tongue game nice
I rock 'em like you never do, chick game is phenomenal
Can't take nothin' from me 'cause I live that life (Uh)
'Cause I treat them like shoes
Whether Jordan 13's or Jordan D-Wade's (Uh)
With every new pair, my old pair feel played (Yeah)
New Carmello's, new Chris Paul's (Uh)
Little do they know, I love all y'all (Yeah)
I treat 'em like pros, high top or lows (Uh)
Space Jam, Bugs Bunny, Jordan Retros (Yeah)
She bring it back, Barkley's, all black (Uh)
Or the red, white and grey Air Max (Yeah)
I like that, a closet full of sneakers (Uh)
Just like my black book full of freakers (Yeah)
La the Darkman, L.A. deep (Uh)
Only wear Nike or the Timberland shoes
I treat 'em like shoes, yeah, that's what I do
Nanny-nanny, boo-boo
I'm shittin' on you, I treat 'em all like shoes
Some rough and some smooth
Just like shoes
More than one that I use
She gotta dunk, alley-oop
Nikes like ooh
Treat 'em all like shoes, treat 'em all like shoes
Never, never wear the same pair twice
I gotta keep 'em laced 'cause my tongue game nice
I rock 'em like you never do, chick game is phenomenal
Can't take nothin' from me 'cause I live that life
Never, never wear the same pair twice
I gotta keep 'em laced 'cause my tongue game nice
I rock 'em like you never do, chick game is phenomenal
Can't take nothin' from me 'cause I live that life