Tyga - Bonus Track lyrics
Tyga [Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tyga - Bonus Track lyrics]
Welcome, to a sound, to a sound, I am loud
I am loud, to a crowd, and the crowd
Goes for miles
I am, what I am, to a fan, I am him
To him, his profession, a legend, I am
I am, what a faucet, is to, some water
Water, and a chain, with a chain
I'm a target
Target, to a stalker, stalkin, not an option
Options, got plenty of those
Many female partners pardon, my nonsense
Time erased don't take much often
Often, I parties, party, get nauseous
You nauseous, be cautious
Cause cautious can get you farther
My father was uh, never around
So some hearts are tarnished but I'm sorry
Mostly, my writin, is cake, to the icing
Icing, on a track, on the track
I am lightning
Fast, when I'm striking, thunder
When I'm fighting
Fighting, for this title, and the title
Reads idol
Idol, from the biters, they bite it
Plagiarize it
They playin, while I'm grindin, grindin
Through a fire
To a fire, I'm a lighter, to a pitcher
I'm a striker
A tyson, when it's violence, I'm solid, I am
YEHHH'! I am, Junior, young, ruler
I am, the +boo+ to +yah, boo ya, spook ya
True guy, who I? You are, scary
You are very average like fuckin missionary
And I am, not, I very no comparey
Son, daughter, I am, Carter
I'm eatin I own my own restaurant dude
Go to the studio and hustle my
Food sure I am rude but I am, what I am
A black male that they could never blackmail
Crake sale, had Hell, triple beam scale
I am, the best rapper alive
And I hope the next rapper better than I
Now what are you?
I am loud, to a crowd, and the crowd
Goes for miles
I am, what I am, to a fan, I am him
To him, his profession, a legend, I am
I am, what a faucet, is to, some water
Water, and a chain, with a chain
I'm a target
Target, to a stalker, stalkin, not an option
Options, got plenty of those
Many female partners pardon, my nonsense
Time erased don't take much often
Often, I parties, party, get nauseous
You nauseous, be cautious
Cause cautious can get you farther
My father was uh, never around
So some hearts are tarnished but I'm sorry
Mostly, my writin, is cake, to the icing
Icing, on a track, on the track
I am lightning
Fast, when I'm striking, thunder
When I'm fighting
Fighting, for this title, and the title
Reads idol
Idol, from the biters, they bite it
Plagiarize it
They playin, while I'm grindin, grindin
Through a fire
To a fire, I'm a lighter, to a pitcher
I'm a striker
A tyson, when it's violence, I'm solid, I am
YEHHH'! I am, Junior, young, ruler
I am, the +boo+ to +yah, boo ya, spook ya
True guy, who I? You are, scary
You are very average like fuckin missionary
And I am, not, I very no comparey
Son, daughter, I am, Carter
I'm eatin I own my own restaurant dude
Go to the studio and hustle my
Food sure I am rude but I am, what I am
A black male that they could never blackmail
Crake sale, had Hell, triple beam scale
I am, the best rapper alive
And I hope the next rapper better than I
Now what are you?