Tyga - Like Me lyrics
Tyga [Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tyga - Like Me lyrics]
Uh yea bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling
Bet you nigga, he ain’t balling (like me)
Yea, bitches choosing and they calling
Cause I’m balling said they
Wanna fuck a nigga (like me)
And my niggas paid
They ain't never gotta pay (like me)
Yea bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling
Bet you nigga, he ain’t balling (like me)
Uh, Tyga stripe, rally paint
I’m the shit, bitch let it stink
(let it stink)
Rinse your eyes with my holy water
I ain’t gone take her
I know that’s his only daughter
Nigga whatchu thinkin?
This that big bang rapper balling, huh
I don’t even drink, but she alcoholic
Baby sip it 'til it’s gone (yea I know it)
Uh, cash like coke, bitches gotta blow it
So put your number on this paper
I promise I’ll call
No, I can’t called bitch I’m lying
I don’t use my phone, shit
Shit is on silent all day long
I don’t need no interruption when
I’m making you moan
Early morn, wake up, then you yawn
Breakfast in bed, waffles and a little head
Roscoe’s chickens and waffles instead
And right back to this balling shit
Cause I’m balling, bitch
Uh, hotel suite, presidential
Fuck you bitching what you been through
I got two doors homie
One side for my clothes
Another side for my big shoes
Now that’s balling
Don’t think that’s balling?
Motherfucker how would you know it
If you’ve never done it
I turned my engine on
Loud, wake the neighbor, honey
Life like chocolate when you getting money
Rain, rain dollar bills in my dreams
Bitches fighting for me like
It’s Jerry Spring’
But this the Summer, Winter
They falling for me
Colder than a coca cola polo, 7 degrees
You know you watch TV, separate your mind
Please if you’re the bomb bitch
Why you tryna tick with me
Remove your top, time to pop
She said she like it rough, so I beat it up
Pussy punch
King Lazareth, living on that lavish shit
Lose your mind, lose your sense
Pay attention, yea you feeling me
Fill my cup high as trees
Relax feel the breeze
All jokes aside, got a mistress on the side
If you riding for me then
You gone ride or die
Ruff Ryder Volume 2 my love
If you wanna party, got a party bus
Capacity us, full moon, brandy glass
So loosen your Gucci baby
Lemme spank that ass
Taste so good, blueberry, Raspberry
Berry cherry, whip cream on that twat
You can applaud that, terminator
I’ll be right back
Say my name, Tyga man, screaming so loud
Like I know you can
Sound so good make you wanna slap your Momma
Young Money, Tyga Tyga, nigga
Bet you nigga, he ain’t balling (like me)
Yea, bitches choosing and they calling
Cause I’m balling said they
Wanna fuck a nigga (like me)
And my niggas paid
They ain't never gotta pay (like me)
Yea bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling
Bet you nigga, he ain’t balling (like me)
Uh, Tyga stripe, rally paint
I’m the shit, bitch let it stink
(let it stink)
Rinse your eyes with my holy water
I ain’t gone take her
I know that’s his only daughter
Nigga whatchu thinkin?
This that big bang rapper balling, huh
I don’t even drink, but she alcoholic
Baby sip it 'til it’s gone (yea I know it)
Uh, cash like coke, bitches gotta blow it
So put your number on this paper
I promise I’ll call
No, I can’t called bitch I’m lying
I don’t use my phone, shit
Shit is on silent all day long
I don’t need no interruption when
I’m making you moan
Early morn, wake up, then you yawn
Breakfast in bed, waffles and a little head
Roscoe’s chickens and waffles instead
And right back to this balling shit
Cause I’m balling, bitch
Uh, hotel suite, presidential
Fuck you bitching what you been through
I got two doors homie
One side for my clothes
Another side for my big shoes
Now that’s balling
Don’t think that’s balling?
Motherfucker how would you know it
If you’ve never done it
I turned my engine on
Loud, wake the neighbor, honey
Life like chocolate when you getting money
Rain, rain dollar bills in my dreams
Bitches fighting for me like
It’s Jerry Spring’
But this the Summer, Winter
They falling for me
Colder than a coca cola polo, 7 degrees
You know you watch TV, separate your mind
Please if you’re the bomb bitch
Why you tryna tick with me
Remove your top, time to pop
She said she like it rough, so I beat it up
Pussy punch
King Lazareth, living on that lavish shit
Lose your mind, lose your sense
Pay attention, yea you feeling me
Fill my cup high as trees
Relax feel the breeze
All jokes aside, got a mistress on the side
If you riding for me then
You gone ride or die
Ruff Ryder Volume 2 my love
If you wanna party, got a party bus
Capacity us, full moon, brandy glass
So loosen your Gucci baby
Lemme spank that ass
Taste so good, blueberry, Raspberry
Berry cherry, whip cream on that twat
You can applaud that, terminator
I’ll be right back
Say my name, Tyga man, screaming so loud
Like I know you can
Sound so good make you wanna slap your Momma
Young Money, Tyga Tyga, nigga