Tyga - Tyga Tyga Lyrics

Everywhere I been every place I go
They all got one thing to call me
You see, they all call me by one thing

(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

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

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

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 it's adjective
Average chicks think I ain't baggin' 'em
I still go in
I just love it when they call him