Top Songs By Tyga
Lyrics
Mustard on the beat, ho
Ah!
Walk up on this bitch with a hundred grand
Two Roleys on my arm, 'nother hundred grand
Bitch, let the money burn, ****, no tan
Got a young bitch, fucking doing what she can, ah
Popular, King Kong killer
T-Raw, the real deal thriller in Manila
Make a bitch pop, pop pills 'til it's dinner
She a fucking nympho, that's why I fuck with her, ah
Whistle while you twerk pussy singers
All up in the club throwing up middle fingers
If you try snitch, turn a bitch to a hanger
Lay your shit out, now you're planking, you're planking
I'm saying
Uh, one, two, and the bitch came
Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne
Why you over there chillin' with the little lames?
You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang?
Pop it bitch, pop, pop, pop
Pop it bitch, pop, pop, pop
Pop it bitch, pop, pop, pop
Pop it bitch
One, two, and the bitch came
Pop it bitch, pop, pop, pop
Pop it bitch, pop, pop, pop
Pop it bitch, pop, pop, pop
Pop it bitch
All these hoes know my damn name
She don't give brain, that's a damn shame
I don't find the shit funny like soul plane
Put ice on my wrist like the shit's sprained
I'm just riding 'round getting it, two chains, ha
Last King, Y.M.C.M. gang
Everything dope, bitch, where the novocaine?
Bitches say I'm the bomb, homemade
Blow the pussy up, tear to the sex gang
Roll 8, make them bitches bend they back
Full of that 'Yac she gon' spaz
Make a scene like she act, act stupid
Take a cab, oh, you broke? Oh, your bad
I don't cuff hoes, they just follow my command
I'm saying
Uh, one, two, and the bitch came
Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne
Why you over there chillin' with the little lames?
You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang?
Pop it bitch, pop, pop, pop
Pop it bitch, pop, pop, pop
Pop it bitch, pop, pop, pop
Pop it bitch
One, two, and the bitch came
Pop it bitch, pop, pop, pop
Pop it bitch, pop, pop, pop
Pop it bitch, pop, pop, pop
Pop it bitch
All these hoes know my damn name
(Damn name, damn name)
Lift that ass up (Up, up)
And bring that ass down (Down, down)
Bring that ass up (Up, up)
Shake that ass to the ground, then
Pop it bitch, pop, pop, pop
Pop it bitch, pop, pop, pop
Pop it bitch, pop, pop, pop
Pop it bitch
One, two, and the bitch came
Pop it bitch, pop, pop, pop
Pop it bitch, pop, pop, pop
Pop it bitch, pop, pop, pop
Pop it bitch
All these hoes know my damn name
(Damn name, damn name, damn name)
Written by: Dijon McFarlane, Edward Meriwether, Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson, Khia Chambers, Michael J Williams