Tyga - Wait For A Minute (ft. Justin Bieber)

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Lyrics

[Justin Bieber]

Wait just a minute

Can you wait just a minute?

Baby girl just a minute

Wait just a minute, just wait just a minute

Well if you walk with me

Well if you take my hand babe

We can go to a place you ain't never seen before

Slow dance in the moonlight

I'm just tryna set the mood right

I'm just doing what I do

Do it over and over and over

Quickily wanna run with me now

Swiftly just come with me now

Footsteps go to the beat now

Over and over and over

It’s just the way that, the way that

The way that you do it, babe

Oh I can say that, say that, say that

I behave, but I'd be lying babe

Let's run away for a minute

Away for a minute babe

Let's run away for a minute

Play for a minute babe

[Tyga]

Hold up, I don't need no love

I said that with a straight face, baby that's poker

Feel a lil sober, got it mixed in my soda

I clean up good, aropa, dopa

Baby I'm the shit but that's a good odor

I'm a young star but my money look Yoda

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Crib on the ocean, backyard boat shit

You hating on the internet, I couldn't even notice

Tickets no service, we at the top working

Pop-pops is lurking, told her "don't get nervous"

I don't swerve Suburbans, this a gold derby

Ferarri's and horses, I snap like tourist

No rug, I floor it, girl, come feel important

I'm all about a dollar, babe, banks call me Georgi

9-5 Rollie, 96 Kobe, tonight we gon' ball like Ginobili

You know me, I'm just tryna...

[Justin Bieber]

Slow dance in the moonlight

I'm just tryna set the mood right

I'm just doing what I do

Do it over and over and over

Quickily wanna run with me now

Swiftly just come with me now

Footsteps go to the beat now

Over and over and over

It’s just the way that, the way that

The way that you do it, babe

Oh I can say that, say that, say that

I behave, but I'd be lying babe

Let's run away for a minute

Away for a minute babe

Let's run away for a minute

Play for a minute babe

[Tyga]

T-Raww, JB

Too fly never stop

No I

Neon Hitch ft. Tyga - Gold

there’s no light in this room.

it’s alright, we got you.

you shine like go-o-o-o-o-o-old – o-o-o-o-o-o-old.

you walk by, cause a scene.

all the girls, they agree.

you shine like go-o-o-o-o-o-old – o-o-o-o-o-o-old.

it’s good to meetcha, beautiful creature.

you got my heartbeat racing like a cheetah.

don’t need no lights so turn em off,

give me a tylenol

because my head keeps spinning like a disco ball.

i can tell that your love is blinding

electric touch i feel you inside me

and i wanna know, yeah i just gotta know

can you light me up when we’re alone?

[Chorus:]

there’s no light in this room.

it’s alright, we got you.

you shine like go-o-o-o-o-o-old – o-o-o-o-o-o-old.

you walk by, cause a scene.

all the girls, they agree.

you shine like go-o-o-o-o-o-old – o-o-o-o-o-o-old.

it’s like i’m speechless, and i can’t speak cause

you took the words from me, you are my weakness.

you’re sweeter than a cinnabon

that body’s all i want

you got the whole room glowing everybody knows.

i can tell that your love is blinding

electric touch i feel you inside me

and i wanna know, yeah i just gotta know can you light me up when we’re alone?

[Chorus:]

there’s no light in this room.

it’s alright, we got you.

you shine like go-o-o-o-o-o-old – o-o-o-o-o-o-old.

you walk by, cause a scene.

all the girls, they agree.

you shine like go-o-o-o-o-o-old – o-o-o-o-o-o-old.

[Tyga:]

what you want? diamonds and gold?

lifestyles of a penthouse floor?

right now i’m kinda into what you like

so tomorrow night, no regrets, let it all flow.

and if you got some bad bitches, i take em nightly courtside, looking at a laker

then later she calling me baby like what comes after labor.

rich-ass neighbors,

gold in a car now we shine like sabers.

two million ladies

two million light years and i still wouldn’t change ya.

waiter, waiter, can i get another shot of that ‘tron?

cause i’m on a whole ‘nother level called gone

she my queen, i’m king hakeem

no limelight gon’ ever turn me shady i dream.

[Chorus:]

there’s no light in this room.

it’s alright, we got you.

you shine like go-o-o-o-o-o-old – o-o-o-o-o-o-old.

you walk by, cause a scene.

all the girls, they agree.

you shine like go-o-o-o-o-o-old – o-o-o-o-o-o-old.

Jay Sean feat. Tyga - Sex 101

Sex 101, sex 101, s-sex 101

Sex 101, sex 101, s-sex 101, sex 101

Girl you can have,

1 and 2 and 3 and 4

Bottles or more

Ain't no feelings

You can stay longer

Whatever you wanna

Baby break it down like this

You gotta body that I cant resist

And there's so many things that I wanna see

Just a few things that I wanna see

Yeah, yeah

[BRIDGE]

I wanna take you home

Are you coming?

Cos I shoulda point with my lovin

Yeah

You learning something new for the night

I can do you right, yeah

I can change your life

So tell me, tell me whats it gon be

Baby are you coming coming home with me

Baby

Its whatever you like

Yeah yeah

[CHORUS]

Girl you wanna leave

It ain't nothing better watching me

Me and you can get up in them sheets

Then sex 101 baby, yeah

And if you wanna leave

Show you things that you've never seen

Do the things that you wont believe

That sex 101 baby, baby, yeah

Sex 101, its one on one

Sex 101, its one on one

Sex 101, its one on one

So baby close the door

Let your dress slick down to the floor

Baby I'm sure

We gon get it in

I'm gon do it proper

We can take our time

You ain't even gotta rush

The only ones in class are us

And there's so many things that I wanna see

Plus a few things that I wanna teach

Oh oh

[BRIDGE]

I wanna take you home

Are you coming

Cos I shoulda point with my lovin

Yeah

You learning something new for the night

I can do you right, yeah

Imma change your life

So tell me, tell me whats it gon be

Baby are you coming coming home with me

Baby

Its whatever you like

Yeah yeah

[CHORUS]

Girl you wanna leave

It ain't nothing better watching me

Me and you can get up in them sheets

Then sex 101 baby, yeah

And if you wanna leave

Show you things that you've never seen

Do the things that you wont believe

That sex 101 baby, baby, yeah

Sex 101, its one on one

Sex 101, its one on one

Sex 101, its one on one

[TYGA:]

Uh, lay down on the bed flat

Got your light I ain't know it was like that

Bite you near your neck

Don't be scared to bite back

Once I get you wet you cant fight that

Soaking in the sheets hope you got another set

Cos when I'm done guarantee we gon leave a mess

Rubbing on my tatts put this ice on your chest

Sex all night one on one no stress

Uh, get you high when I'm going low

Got the heavy metal shit no rock n roll

Roll you up now I'm licking in your ear lobe

Got that nice and slow, like usher dough

Most women they tempt me to move fast

But Imma make the time stretch like gym class

Bet you never had, keep you coming back

It back, it back, it back

[JAY SEAN:]

She knows, that I really wanna test your body

Got so many questions

And you ain't even needa ask no body

Ill teach you the lesson

Touch me here, touch me there

Kiss me here, anywhere

Before I cant go off all night long

Sex 101, sex 101, s-sex 101

Sex 101, sex 101, s-sex 101

[CHORUS]

Girl you wanna leave

It ain't nothing better watching me

Me and you can get up in them sheets

Then sex 101 baby, yeah

And if you wanna leave

Show you things that you've never seen

Do the things that you wont believe

That's sex 101 baby, baby, yeah

Sex 101, its one on one

Sex 101, its one on one

Sex 101, its one on one

We can do it,

We can do it all night

We can do it,

We can do it all night

Yeah, all night yeah

Far East Movement feat. Tyga - Dirty Bass

Music video by Far East Movement performing Dirty Bass. (C) 2012 Interscope Records

Tyga feat. Lil Wayne - Faded (Explicit)

[Tyga]

Young Nino, f-ck a bitch in a peacoat

Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino

Bun B though, Pimp C, R.I.P though

I goes deep in that p-ssy, Dan Marino

She wanna be the one, f-ck her to my own single

Break a bitch hard, no future Miss Cleo

Snap back, au-au-automatic reload

Flyer than a f-ck-ng beatle, you can’t beat ‘em

Vampire f-ck up your evening

I pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement

Don’t believe it, stripe like a f-cking adidas

The gun Selena, give a n-gga Beiber fever

Real f-ck-ng hot, put it in park

Take a shot, higher than a tube sock

You a bop, give me top top, as I load the guap

Man these n-ggas say I’m fly but to her I’m God

[Hook]

I’m faded faded faded

My n-gga I’m faded faded faded (x7)

And I don’t give a f-ck

[Tyga]

F-ck is up, n-gga’s stomping in my Chucks

Yeah I make it rain dear, cause I’m all ’bout my bucks

Use the butt up in the front, d-ck up in her cunt

And I put it in her hole, hole in one, putt putt

Ergggh

Super McNasty, why you McLovin

When the b-tch call me daddy

Pimp no caddy, she wish she never had me

Treat her like a dog, called the b-tch Lassy

Young savvy, bang her like Cincinatti

Above average, f-fly like I’m Aladdin

They bend backwards, done the p-ssy at them

I’m Ben Wallace, dunk up in your basket

Balls in the air, no games, I’m serious, double dare

There’s too many b-tches, Why these n-ggas wanna stare

Pat Ron up in here, This ain’t no beer

[Hook]

[Lil' Wayne]

Mama, there go that monster

Abracadabra, Magic Johnson

My mutherf-cking doctor, said I need a doctor

So I called house, now I am a pill popper

Faded like skinnys, Young Money we winning

I told her if I change, she won’t get a penny

Milking this shit, pregnant bitch tities

Bringing home the bacon, I’m f-ckin’ Miss Piggy

Loaded like a semi, semi naked pictures

She knows my d-ck, she call it nigga Richard

Prior to me coming, I had to stick my thumb in

I asked one time, smell my finger make you vomit

Flyer than a hornet, the shoe fit I worn it

She tried to jack me off, can’t beat it, join it

Tunechi, punechi, that what she call it

Flag Scarlett, I killed it, mourned it

[Hook]

Drake Feat. Lil Wayne, Tyga - The Motto (Edited)

Drake Feat. Lil Wayne, Tyga - The Motto (Edited)

[Drake]

I’m the fuckin man, you don’t get it do ya?

Type of money everybody acting like they knew ya

Go Uptown, New York City Biiitch

Some Spanish girls love me like I’m Aventura

Tell Uncle Luke I’m out in Miami too

Clubbing hard, Fuckin’ women ain’t much to do

Wrist blancpain, got a condo up in Biscayne

Still getting brain from a thang, ain’t shit changed

How you feel? how you feel? how you feel?

Twenty five sittin’ on 25 mil uhh

I’m in the building and I’m feeling myself

Rest in peace Mac Dre, I’mma do it for the Bay, okay

Getting paid well holla wen ever that stop

My team good, we don’t really need a mascot

Tell Tune “light one, pass it like a relay”

YMCMB you niggas more YMCA

Me, Freddie, Marley Marl at the cribbo

Shout goes out to Niko, J and Chubbs, shout to Gibbo

We got Santa Margarita by the liter

She know even if im fuckin with her, I don’t really need her

Aohhh, That’s how you feel man?

That’s really how you feel?

Cause the pimpin’ ice cold, all these bitches wanna chill

I mean maybe she won’t

Then again maybe she will

I can almost guarantee she know the deal,

Real nigga wassap

[Drake - Chorus]

Now she want a photo

You already know though

You only live once: that’s the motto nigga YOLO

We bout it every day, every day, every day

Like we sittin’ on the bench, nigga we don’t really play

Every day, every day, f-ck what anybody say

Can’t seem em cause the money in the way

Real nigga wassup?

[Lil Wayne]

One, time fuck one time

I’m calling niggas out like the umpire

Seven, grams in the blunt

Almost drowned in her p-ssy so I swam to her butt

It’s Eastside, we in this bitch

Wish a nigga would like a tree in this bitch

And if a leaf fall put some weed in that bitch

That’s my MO add a B to that shit

I’m fucked up, torn down

I’m twisted: door knob

Talk stupid, off with your head!

Nigga money talks and Mr Ed!

I’m so Young Money got a drum on the gun

Energizer bunny

Funny how honey ain’t sweet like sugar

Ain’t shit sweet niggas on the street like hookers

I tongue kiss her other tongue

Skeet skeet skeet: water gun

Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt! Tunechi

[Drake - Chorus]

Now she want a photo

You already know though

You only live once: that’s the motto nigga YOLO

We bout it every day, every day, every day

We sittin on the bench, nigga we don’t really play

Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say

Can’t seem em cause the money in the way

real nigga wassup wassap wassap