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[Chorus] Honey buns poppin' out the plastic, stretched like elastic Just took a thizz and I feel fantastic The pussy was great, I'm just bein' sarcastic Hungry for the money, I'm a fuckin' fat bastard Reebok that beat, I'm just tryna make a classic Dressed in Prada and I look fantastic Flippin' that bitch, she don't know gymnastics We gon' make it nasty, feels fantastic [Verse 1] Is them titties real? 'Cause they feel like plastic Ashin' out the blunt with a bitch named Ashley Run up on me wrong, put you in a casket Turn you to a ghost, bring you back, Black magic Bitch be suckin' me off like Magi Hit me on the 'Gram and she said, "Send the addy" I replied, "Gladly" Uber in the navi' And you know my ex-bitch can't gеt past me Thumpin' the trunk, get you stumpеd in a dump, yeah Hump in the pump and I cum on her tongue, yeah Her ex was a chump and I let her have fun, yeah I don't give her time, rather be with my son, yeah Walkin' on me (Me), she my lil' stink (Stink) Fuckin' for hours (Hours), I'm off the zinc (Zinc) Sippin' my drink (Drink), fuck what you think (Think) Fingers in her pussy, big pinky ring [Chorus] Honey buns poppin' out the plastic, stretched like elastic Just took a thizz and I feel fantastic The pussy was great, I'm just bein' sarcastic Hungry for the money, I'm a fuckin' fat bastard Reebok that beat, I'm just tryna make a classic Dressed in Prada and I look fantastic Flippin' that bitch, she don't know gymnastics We gon' make it nasty, feels fantastic [Post-Chorus] Yeah, shake that ass, yeah, work that ass Let me see it go up and down Rotate that ass, wanna touch that ass Can you make it go round and round? [Verse 2] Step up in the club, they like, "Who you with?" (Who you with) T-Raww in this bitch, yeah, he the shit (He the shit) Yeah, I'm young but the money so mature and shit She at my crib walking 'round on some tourist shit Yeah, who's that jumpin' in the Cadillac? Bitches in the G-Wagon, she a bachelorette They all wanna date me like I'm the bachelor How she in love with me, I ain't even met her They don't even know me (Know) They all wanna show me (Show me) Girl, what that mouth do? This say it's mine only (It's mine) I don't believe it but I entertain it (Yeah) Twelve hour flight and the bitch almost fainted (You okay? Uh) [Chorus] Honey buns poppin' out the plastic, stretched like elastic Just took a thizz and I feel fantastic The pussy was great, I'm just bein' sarcastic Hungry for the money, I'm a fuckin' fat bastard Reebok that beat, I'm just tryna make a classic Dressed in Prada and I look fantastic Flippin' that bitch, she don't know gymnastics We gon' make it nasty, feels fantastic [Post-Chorus] Yeah, shake that ass, yeah, work that ass Let me see it go up and down (Go, go, go) Rotate that ass, wanna touch that ass (Go, go, go) Can you make it go round and round? (Go, go, go) Yeah, shake that ass, yeah, work that ass Let me see it go up and down Rotate that ass, wanna touch that ass Can you make it go round and round? [Outro] Your shit fantastic And my bitch fantastic And the whip fantastic Bitch, I'm fantastic Why'd you like my picture, honey And you don't answer me? You left me on seen #Lyrics 📃 (Fantastic) 🆔 @TYGA_FANS

[Intro: Tyga] Yeah Baby girl Come on [Chorus: Jhené Aiko & Tyga] Sunshine, I could call you my baby boy (Uh-huh) You could call me your baby girl (Yeah) Hit me up, we can spend time (Let's spend) Lately, you've been on my mind [Post-Chorus: Tyga] I know you wanna chill with a player (Chill) But all you gotta do is keep it real with a player (Keep it real) [Verse 1: Tyga] Just answer your phone whenever I call (Call) Calm me down, pick me up whenever I fall I like 'em short and tall, slim and thick I like 'em cute and sweet, ghetto and fit Hop your ass in that Benz 'cause you like my style You know me, I'd do anything to make you smile I need a lady in the streets, sneaky link Gotta watch how you movе, what you get is what you see Out of sight, out of mind, but I still adore you Just hit me on thе FaceTime, I never ignore you You know pain is love, but my love is loyal (Loyal) I know you heard stories, but that was before you (Before you) Can I CC and Christian Dior you? (Can I?) You ain't worried about girls 'cause you know this all you (Wait) [Chorus: Jhené Aiko & Tyga] Sunshine (Yeah), I could call you my baby boy (Baby, yeah) You could call me your baby girl (Baby, come on) Maybe we could link tonight (Tonight, just me) I could be your sunshine I could call you my baby boy (My baby, uh-huh) You could call me your baby girl (Yeah, oh-woah) Hit me up, we can spend time (Spend time) Lately, you've been on my mind [Post-Chorus: Tyga, Jhené Aiko & Pop Smoke] I know you wanna chill with a player But all you gotta do is keep it real with a player (Lately, you've been on my mind) Keep it real and maybe we can spend some time (Uh) [Verse 2: Pop Smoke] Look, I need that real love, talkin' Bobby, Whitney (Whitney) And I keep it with me I don't got no girl, I'm picky (Nah) 'Cause I gotta know you with me (Woo, woo) 'Cause shit could get sticky (Yeah), that's why I keep a glizzy (Glizzy) Ridin' 'round through my city (City), just in case I see a Dizzy (Dizzy) That bitch my everything (Thing), dripped in Alexander Wang (Wang) She come from a broken home (Home), now she got the finer things Small peanut butter ring, eleven karats on the ring I spoil my bitch, who said, "Love don't cost a thing?" (Thing, thing) I saw you in front of the Louis store (Store) With your Louis fur (Fur), coolin' with your girls (Girls) Honey blonde hair, thick thighs (Thighs), nice hazel eyes (Eyes) Bag got Italian stitches (Stitches), you know how to pick it So I hopped out the coupe (Coupe), and I hopped in pursuit (Suit) Like, it's big Papi Locsta, Mr. Spin-In-Rovers (Rovers) Look up, my face is on a poster (Poster) You don’t got no ring, that's a sign (Sign), baby, swing your nine [Chorus: Jhené Aiko, Pop Smoke & Tyga] Sunshine (Yeah), I could call you my baby boy (Ah) You could call me your baby girl (Woo, woo) Maybe we could link tonight (Tonight) I could be your sunshine (Sunshine) I could call you my baby boy (Baby, uh-huh) You could call me your baby girl (Baby, yeah) Hit me up, we can spend some time (Spend time) Lately, you've been on my mind (Lately, I'm just so tired and lately, you've been on my mind) [Post-Chorus: Tyga & Jhené Aiko] I know you wanna chill with a player But all you gotta do is keep it real with a player (Lately, you've been on my mind) Keep it real and maybe we can spend some time [Outro: Jhené Aiko] I could be your sunshine Let me light the way, I could be a brighter day And you'll be my sunshine #Lyrics (Sunshine) 📃 🆔 @TYGA_FANS

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تصاویر منتشر شده از پشت صحنه ی موزیک ویدئوی ترک Ay Caramba 📸 #⃣ #Pic 🆔 @TYGA_FANS

[Intro] Oi Yeah, you All I wanted was to dance Will you dance with me? Ha Ha, mm [Chorus] Ay caramba (Ay caramba) Yeah, big old Glock on the hip make the opp go (Go) Ay caramba (Ay caramba) Yeah, my bitch hot, she remind me of Tabasco (Hot, hot, hot, hot) Ay caramba (Ay caramba) Yeah, big-ass chain on my neck, it's a disco (Bling) Ay caramba (Ay caramba) Take a look at me, I'm the number one stunner (Take a look) [Verse 1] Hey, hey Ay caramba (Ay caramba) Yeah, hop in the Porsche and I press on the turbo (Press it) Ay caramba (Ay caramba) Yeah, I like that ass when she move to Calypso (Move, move) Ay caramba (Ay caramba) Yeah, she gon' ride that bull like a rodeo (Ride, ride) Ay caramba (Ay caramba) I don't need a name, take a pic with the number (Yeah) Bang like a drummer (Bang) Bounce like a Hummer (Woah) We been outside, runnin' shit for ten summers (Run it) Hard to be humble, bag, never fumble (No) Easy with the money, nigga, you a newcomer (Haha) I can make it rain and niggas want thunder You can have the fame 'cause, nigga, I don't want it Oh, you wanna rumble? (Hahahaha) Man, these niggas got me fucked up (Fuck it, ha) [Chorus] Ay caramba (Ay caramba) Yeah, big old Glock on the hip make the opp go (Go) Ay caramba (Ay caramba) Yeah, my bitch hot, she remind me of Tabasco (Hot, hot, hot, hot) Ay caramba (Ay caramba) Yeah, big-ass chain on my neck, it's a disco (Bling) Ay caramba (Ay caramba) Take a look at me, I'm the number one stunner (Take a look) [Bridge] Take a look at my girlfriend (Take a look at my girlfriend) Take a look at my girlfriend (Take a look at my girlfriend) She looks better than your friend (Looks better than your friend) You wanna be my girlfriend (You wanna be my girlfriend) [Verse 2] No way, José, okay My bae lookin' like Rosalía (Yeah) You know I'm a player (Me) Still in all black like a Raider Ay caramba, yeah, who got the baddies on lock? Ay caramba, yeah, she don't need no Photoshop Ay caramba, my diamonds singin' out the watch Ay caramba, ay caramba, ay caramba, ay ca— ah Yeah, still throwin' bands (Throwin' bands) She wanna hold my hand (Hold my hand) If we dance, we dance together (Ayy) Let's go [Chorus] Ay caramba (Ay caramba) Yeah, big old Glock on the hip make the opp go (Go) Ay caramba (Ay caramba) Yeah, my bitch hot, she remind me of Tabasco (Hot, hot, hot, hot) Ay caramba (Ay caramba) Yeah, big-ass chain on my neck, it's a disco (Bling) Ay caramba (Ay caramba) Take a look at me, I'm the number one stunner (Take a look) [Outro] Take a look at my girlfriend (Take a look at my girlfriend) Take a look at my girlfriend (Take a look at my girlfriend) She looks better than your friend (Looks better than your friend) You wanna be my girlfriend (You wanna be my girlfriend) Ay caramba Ay caramba #Lyrics 📃 (Ay Caramba) 🆔 @TYGA_FANS