Major Lazer - Bubble Butt feat. Tyga, Bruno Mars, Mystic Lyrics

[Hook: Bruno Mars]

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Turn around, stick it out, show the world you got a

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Turn around, stick it out, show the world you got it

[Mystic]

Wine, go down, turn and flick it

A girl like me, know fucking I'm gonna do wicked

One bott, two balls, swing it like cricket

My lock stock, my eyes, I'm a show you, I'm a wicked

Baby baby let me tell you 'bout the body yah

Make you feel that beat like a Nokia

Out my way now look after the body yah

Uh huh, even cartel are up here

[Hook]

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Turn around, stick it out, show the world you got a

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Turn around, stick it out, show the world you got it

[Mystic]

I had a cute thing, buenas noches

By the end of the night my knees are now on your chest

Fuck me bad, let me in, a cardio caress

Make me come

Make me come

Come, we know you are the best

Who's bad?

Let me wind upon your cock

Tick-tock-tick, riding the clock

Beat it, beat it, beat it bad, let me show you what I've got

I ain't Snoop Dogg, but I'mma drop it like it's hot

[Hook:]

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Turn around, stick it out, show the world you got a

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Turn around, stick it out, show the world you got it

[Tyga]

OK, open up your Bubble butt, let me see your bumper

The booty so smooth, can't believe is not butter

I go in from under, she wetter than a surfer

I ate the pussy fast, I'm about to start burpin'.

I burp, burp and re-lick the bottom of the surface

I load in my clip in and told her, "Don't get nervous"

I'm a Bang Bang Chiddy, bang, Bang, bang killer

Nipple tit clit licker

Ball like a dribble

Put you on a pickle, nibble on my dickle

Why you're tripping? I'm a crazy individual

Never do minimum, drive Benz, Bentley too

Damn, bitch, talk much, I don't want interviews

I'm trying to get into you, into you

Then make you my enemy, hot!

Not playing, got the bitch mad

Me don't like flat screen, as I need a 3D

[Hook:]

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Turn around, stick it out, show the world you got a

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt

Turn around, stick it out, show the world you got it

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Tyga - For The Road feat. Chris Brown Lyrics

[Tyga]

They say what goes around comes around

And I know I made mistakes and you forgave me how

I don't understand, you know I'm trying the best I can

I guess it's consequences when you dealing with sin

And even sacrificed your friends over me

All them nights in the club turn to nights with me

It's like the same old story out your diary

Memories never fade but only in time we'll see

Hope to see you with me cause

[Hook: Chris Brown]

My heart beats for you, girl you know are the one

Are you mad at me, girl I know I made mistakes, I know I fucked up

But my heart beats for you baby I’mma go and scream it loud

But if you leave it's something I can't control

So let's do it one last time and fuck for the road

[Tyga]

Grabbing and biting, remember the times after fighting

You said you loved me, I liked it, became obsessed with the sexing

You screaming “who’s is it”, we naked

Now I'm pullin your hair told you take it

A couple of shots, now we faded

Don't even know we made it, we home

Got that look in your eyes like hope you mine

Said you hoped the feeling’s real

Really tired of all the lies

One minute we fine, then we not

Everything I do you can't but that's no reason for making mistakes

This time put it all on the plate

I, I told you be loyal, spoil you, never disown you

You get lonely when I'm touring just hold it down be supportive

I'll be back in the morning that new purse you wanted

What's good if you can't flaunt it (flaunt it), show it

Ain't the same, better than the rest

And what's real love if you ain't got respect?

And there's no way I can pay you back

But my plan is to make, make you understand

Make you understand that…

[Hook]

[Chris Brown]

All I ever wanted was your happiness

But right now let's get right down to it, let's handle this business

If you gonna leave me tonight, I gotta kiss it goodbye

Girl I'm bout to make it cry, and all I need is one more time cause my

[Tyga]

Last time, best time, better than my next time

Rolex and vest time, Moët it's sex time

Hard to let go, a part of you gon’ be alone

Scrolling your phone, looking at texts, seems like not too long ago

Ain't the same better than the rest

And what's real love if you ain't got respect?

And it's no way I can pay you back

But my plan is to make, make you understand

Make you understand that

[Hook]

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Tyga - Molly feat. Wiz Khalifa & Mally Mall Lyrics

Hi, I'm looking for Molly

I've been searching everywhere

[Hook]

And I can't seem to find

Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly

Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly

[Tyga]

Bands all in my dollars

I'm everywhere, wrist poppin'

Can't fall in love I got options

I'm high school that's college

King Gold Chains, that's Notre Dame

That green, yeah I got it

I show up in the party

Like where the fuck that molly

OD, we're OG's

We don't fuck with no police

I'm too fly to be low key

Them 24inch Kobes

All black that's Jodeci

She gimme pussy that's Josie

Broke niggas stop beggin' me

Cause that's the shit that I don't need

I'm swervin', I'm drivin'

Ain't got time to be tired

I'm super turnt, don't try me

Killin' yo mind off and fuckin' yout body

Bitch wanna flick, pose for my posse

Got too much shit to worry about gossip

I'm on a bad trip

[Hook]

And I can't seem to find

Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly

Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly

[Wiz Khalifa]

Lil' bitch, my sanction is important

My new car's imported

My bank account is enormous

Weed so loud it's distorted

Got champagne and we pourin' it

She poppin' it and she snortin' it

My iPhone recordin' it, if I want it, I can afford it

Bitch I'm Young Khalifa, fillin' my lungs with reefer

Somewhere in the clouds, gotta press up to see us

I gotta whip so fast that I caught a ticket speedin'

And my bitch so bad that I'm never ever cheatin'

I might pull up in some shit that you've never ever seen

And if I said how much I made, then you won't even believe it

Me and T-Y gettin' gnarly when we pull up to the party

Brought a whole pound of Mary

[Hook]

And I can't seem to find

Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly

Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly

[Mally Mall]

Put it in my drink, put it in my drink

Put it in my drink, you already know

Put it in my drink, put it in my drink

Put it in my drink, you already know

She had me smokin', had me smokin'

Smokin' on my reefer

She had me smokin', had me smokin'

Smokin' on my reefer

[Hook]

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DJ Drama - So Many Girls ft. Wale, Tyga & Roscoe Dash Lyrics

[Roscoe Dash]

I got? by my bath water

Candles by my wine glass

Women all on my time

Imagine how my time pass

They say them freaks come out at night

And you know who they came to see

Even though she ain’t mine

I fucked her like we meant to be

[Hook]

So many girls in here tonight

So many girls in here tonight

I’m just lookin’ for the right one

Exotic as they might come

Better leave with two cause really i don’t like one

So many girls in here tonight

[Tyga]

Light skin, dark skin

Sit your fine ass right there

Come join at my table and don’t question when tonight end

Toss a couple dollars and she down for whatever

Make no promises but promise I could fuck you better

Fuck that singing shit, I be the shit

That YM, too legit to quit

You thinkin’ that you better then that venus and serena shit

I’m all up up on my ladies chick

she saying it’s the greatest dick

I one-two stroke her

we caught up in the moment, ayeee

T-t-turn up, v12 and I burn up

My chick that fly bitch

And your bitch unheard of

4am and we still poppin’ bottles

Probably have a new chick tomorrow

Cause there’s so many

[Hook]

[Wale]

My problems in this pitcher

Got a bucket full of liquor

And I know ya’ll got that bad bitch

I got way too many nigga’s

Put your phone up

Tyga gots a roller

Loud pap with your bad ass

Cause these good girls just ain’t no fun

Double cup and I’m slowed up

Smokin’ dub with my chauffeur

Sneaka fly, hitta stylin’

I’m the reason why you nigga’s phoned up

New york and my slow bucks

DC got that old cup

Hold up, these nigga’s want no bucks

Straight shot sipper

I ain’t mixing my liquor

Bitch I’m not kidding

Ya’ll some fisher price nigga’s

And we some life livers

Hoping that this life give us

A lot of money, success, and a woman to ride with us

[Hook]

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Tyga - Dope ft. Rick Ross Lyrics

[Tyga]

T-raw rock my own kick game

8 figure deal figure how I'm courtside at clip game

Still pop ace king shit I'm with rose

Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ

OK the day you beating me bitch no day

Bandz a make her dance that's thousand dollar foreplay

AK get a full clip not a soundwave

You kissed her in her mouth, ask her how my dick taste

Bitch nigga you don't want no drama im worth a couple commas

It's death before dishonor

Last king come sign up all my shit be disgner

Extroardinary rhymer I bodied yo' shit for nothin'

Wes, west up, hot temper

Get wet up she give me head not neck up

She clean the mess up

One false move death from gesture

Cash in the safe I don't feel no pressure

[Hook] [x2]

I'm dope

(All) all my shit dooe

(All) all my shit dope

Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes

[Rick Ross]

Shit

She fuck hermes and the hustle

Crown on the watch she got niggas still thuggin'

8.7 on the crib so fuck it

Went gold in a month so it ain't no budget

New chains, rollex links

New chick just to drag my mink

New car just to ride around here

Aviator crew we flies 'round here

Hating on hood niggas dying 'round here

Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard

Cars rockstar dope boys at odds

I done seen it all but it's back to these broads'

Hands clap like a nigga in the stadium

Million dollar chain but I'm rocking 8 of 'em

I see you sleeping boy don't make me pick your label up

Scottie pipen on the dribble I just laid 'em up

Another triple got me tripping like it's angel dust

We just winning all the women in my table ah

Say my name say my name nigga say my name

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

[Hook] [x2]

I'm dope

(All) all my shit dooe

(All) all my shit dope

Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes

[Tyga]

Chief rocka, pill popper

Tell them pull them things out cause my car topless

Off topic, get on top it wish us some absence

So sincere in her belly, that's the nah shit

King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbin'

We taking your dollars creflo no white collar

I (pop pop) wish a nigga would call thomas

Bitch I'm the bomb call me the unabomber

Money in my game I'm driving shit that's insane

You niggas stay in your lane no playing ain't nothing changed

Pardon this good regime, I make your girl david blaine

Murder was the case all the kids say that nigga T-raw

[Hook] [x2]

I'm dope

(All) all my shit dooe

(All) all my shit dope

Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes

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