Tyga, Eric Bellinger, The Game - Best Head Ever lyrics
Tyga [Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tyga, Eric Bellinger, The Game - Best Head Ever lyrics]
Shorty got the best head ever
(got damn, for you, got damn)
Shorty got the best head ever
And I can tell that you on
Your way to the top
Shorty got the best head ever
I'm fucking with you, I'm fucking with you
Ain't nothing to a man, scale on a digit
When I do it gotta do it way different
No shit like 1-9 trippin'
Never had a cab in my city
Bitches all in my air, you fucking with me
Cause ain't shit realer
Crazy on my line, run the game like Pepe
Young nigga gotta get it
She know she can get it
But I be fucking with her cold
Want a slick thim A1
Get my young day gone, shots of that Patron
Henny had me all gone
Tell them bitches come get some
It ain't fun if the homies can't get none
Tell her relax and pour more
Up and don't throw up
Or ride dolo and get no dough, you know what
Bro, I got a lot of dough and
I can make you my money ho
Shorty got the best head ever
And I can tell that you on
Your way to the top
Shorty got the best head ever
You know I'm fucking with you
I let you know I'm fucking with you
Shorty got the best head ever
And you just wanna play
Make your way to the top
Shorty got the best head ever
I let you know I'm fucking with you
I'm fucking with you
I got a bitch named Superhead
She give super head
Just moved in the building
Even gave the super head
I got big guns, that's bitch super legs
So play Superman and we
Gon' play moving chairs
Off with your head, nigga
You don't really want it
Blood Money, Last Kings
That bullshit we on it
That long bread we got it
That Rolls Royce we in it
The bitches we got bad so no cars get tinted
No cars get rented
Got the Masi' all Schmurda'd out
La Familia, the clique that you heard about
20 bottles, nigga, couple million follow
Nigga
Red rag, gold chain, bet your girl swallow
Nigga
Ciroc to the head
She gon murder the whole case
Pass her the Hookah cause he gon'
Puff like the old Mase
Make a nigga wanna empty out the whole safe
Nutting on her whole face, swear to God
I don't know what you call that
When you make my toes curl
And my eyes roll back
Keep doing it to me, just keep doing it to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby girl
Tell your nigga fall back
You already on your knees so
I let you crawl back
After giving to me
He ain't gotta know you giving it to me
So when you leave her stop at the 7/11
Get some Listerine strips
Sucking the jewels
I'mma crown you on your queen shit
Killing it, baby
Make a nigga wanting to spilling it, baby
Yeah, yeah, oh, she got the best head ever
Shorty got the best head ever, best head ever
(got damn, for you, got damn)
Shorty got the best head ever
And I can tell that you on
Your way to the top
Shorty got the best head ever
I'm fucking with you, I'm fucking with you
Ain't nothing to a man, scale on a digit
When I do it gotta do it way different
No shit like 1-9 trippin'
Never had a cab in my city
Bitches all in my air, you fucking with me
Cause ain't shit realer
Crazy on my line, run the game like Pepe
Young nigga gotta get it
She know she can get it
But I be fucking with her cold
Want a slick thim A1
Get my young day gone, shots of that Patron
Henny had me all gone
Tell them bitches come get some
It ain't fun if the homies can't get none
Tell her relax and pour more
Up and don't throw up
Or ride dolo and get no dough, you know what
Bro, I got a lot of dough and
I can make you my money ho
Shorty got the best head ever
And I can tell that you on
Your way to the top
Shorty got the best head ever
You know I'm fucking with you
I let you know I'm fucking with you
Shorty got the best head ever
And you just wanna play
Make your way to the top
Shorty got the best head ever
I let you know I'm fucking with you
I'm fucking with you
I got a bitch named Superhead
She give super head
Just moved in the building
Even gave the super head
I got big guns, that's bitch super legs
So play Superman and we
Gon' play moving chairs
Off with your head, nigga
You don't really want it
Blood Money, Last Kings
That bullshit we on it
That long bread we got it
That Rolls Royce we in it
The bitches we got bad so no cars get tinted
No cars get rented
Got the Masi' all Schmurda'd out
La Familia, the clique that you heard about
20 bottles, nigga, couple million follow
Nigga
Red rag, gold chain, bet your girl swallow
Nigga
Ciroc to the head
She gon murder the whole case
Pass her the Hookah cause he gon'
Puff like the old Mase
Make a nigga wanna empty out the whole safe
Nutting on her whole face, swear to God
I don't know what you call that
When you make my toes curl
And my eyes roll back
Keep doing it to me, just keep doing it to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby girl
Tell your nigga fall back
You already on your knees so
I let you crawl back
After giving to me
He ain't gotta know you giving it to me
So when you leave her stop at the 7/11
Get some Listerine strips
Sucking the jewels
I'mma crown you on your queen shit
Killing it, baby
Make a nigga wanting to spilling it, baby
Yeah, yeah, oh, she got the best head ever
Shorty got the best head ever, best head ever