a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

tyga – trap pussy lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m a trap n-gg- and i need trap p-ssy
had a white b-tch but the ho kept snitchin’
pull up in a benz, you uber in a civic
no fingerprints but i finger bang the p-ssy
flipper, i’m gucci, i’m louis, i’m groovy
your homie, your girlfriend’s a groupie
she opened up her mouth so wide, scary movie
went to 7-11, she beggin’ for a slurpie
f-ck her in the car, drop her off at wendy’s
ride no tint, i just seen the enemy
it’s 2 am, somebody got shot
when n-gg-s gettin’ money, n-gg-s wanna call the cops
i get it a lot, i get it a lot
i’m lookin’ like a dope dealer, fresh off the pot
lobster tail for my eighties b-tches
fat burger for my nineties b-tches
don’t be trippin’ you get all the attention
them long -ss legs but the p-ssy terrific
i must admit it, put my tongue up in it
ocean’s eleven, the pipe be leakin’
ice cream man with the sprinkle filling
make my b-tches sisters, now we call them “pippen”
maestros, i’m the master splinter
d-ck too big, told her scream in a pillow
f-ck it, i’m illin’, f-ckin’ sicko
super model, she a super nympho

[hook]
i’m a trap n-gg- and i need trap p-ssy
i get it a lot
i’m a trap n-gg- and i need trap p-ssy
i get it a lot…trap p-ssy
i’m a trap n-gg- and i need trap p-ssy
i get it a lot…trap p-ssy
i’m a trap n-gg-…yeah…
i’m a trap n-gg- and i need trap p-ssy
[verse 2]
cherry on top, whip cream in the middle
expect like a tempo, i’ll put two in your temple
pimpin’ our mental was easy like rentals
my car game, drive away like limos
i told the b-tch, don’t come back
if the check ain’t twice what i spent on gas
fifteen thou for the private jet, don’t gasp
i like my new b-tch but the sh-t won’t last
ha, i’m just being realistic
get d-ck, get dismissed, it’s just business
personal, we don’t get intricate
shout out my ex, i been meeting b-tches
yeah, i put that on wax
you a rat, it’s a trap
cheese bar at the bank, i sn-tch
brand new, i still wear the tags
she lookin’ over here like daddy back
i’m the ghost daddy, ride the phantom black
ha, santa black, my gifts in fact
p-ssy and gats with [?]
f-cking her tummy flat, skeet on her back
eww, nasty n-gg-, stay with the raps
never chase that b-tch again
ha, f-ck it then, let’s get it man
put you in your place like running man
b-tch i’m the sh-t, had to sh-t on ’em again
haha, and again

- tyga lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS