Regular Girl : Chris Brown - Tyga

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[Verse: Tyga]
Picture Life In The Movie Frame
Smiles In Your Face But Every Body Fake
Tryna Claim A Role, Acting On The Stage
The World Wanna Show And We All The Play
Just To Say, Why Didn't You Want Me Yesterday
I Blacked Out, Got Some Change, Now They Feeling Me
Couple Chains, Gold Chains On, Mr Tee
They See Me Low Key So Nxgga Don't Bother Me
I Wanna Relax With Some Time, All Just For Me
Cause Lately I Been Meeting Girls, Chasing Me
Wanted The Spotlight, Damn She Spotted Me
Dang You Bad Baby, Let Me Tell You One Thing

[Chris Brown & Tyga:]
You Got It (I Like How You ?)
And I Need It (I Really, Really Want It)
Can I Get (Oh)
Your Love
Girl I'm On It (I'm Really, Really On It)
Til Morning (I Be Up In the Morning)
What I Gotta Do To Make You (I Just Want This)

[Chorus:]
I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl, When I Get Home Yeaa

[Verse: Chris Brown]
The Fame Don't Mean Nothing, Neither Does The Money
I Just Want My Friend Right Here With Me
The Light Will Fade Away, No Matter How Hard I Grind
Today Ain't The Day, So I'm Just Gonna Live My Life
All Day Long, Same Shit Different Video
All Them Silly Games, I Don't Wanna Play No More

[Chris Brown & Tyga:]
You Got It (I Like How You ?)
And I Need It (I Really, Really Want It)
Can I Get (Oh)
Your Love
Girl I'm On It (I'm Really, Really On It)
Til Morning (I Be Up In the Morning)
What I Gotta Do To Make You (I Just Want This)

[Chorus:]
I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl
Want A Regular Girl [x2]

I Want A Regular Girl, When I Get Home Yeaa

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Cant Be Friends : Tyga

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Whether the game of love ends on a bad note.
Or being honest make the trust grow.
Apparentally it make you argue more.
The more things you throw.
DVD’s and my dirty clothes.
Telling me shutup, I’m leavin’ you.
The reason you ain’t even got one.
It wasn’t true.
Look at her, now look at you.
I know we ain’t perfect.
But I made our world utopia.
How could you not notice?
In denial cause you’re used to losin’.
Put me through, it ain’t the answer to it.
Put on my Vans, take a walk to cool it.
But you was always a test and I’m a student.
Tryin my best,
But I never get the right solutions.
I swear it’s one thing after another one.
F-ck it I’m done.
Am I done?
Mother say I’m too young.

But what that mean?
I took a chance and now I’m playin,
The game of love.
Now it’s never ending.
Forever chasin’.
That first feeling.
On a quest for a womans treasure.
They keep it hidden.
I gotta find love even if it kill me.
(I gotta find love even if it kill me.)
Can run into it anyday.
But knowing me I prolly never meet.
Only speak when a fan speak.
Never chattin’ with a stranger.
But there’s something about this girl that got me thinkin’. (Damn)
I-Phone accidentally called her.
Says hello? Silent moment.
Man, I been missin’ you.
And I know you miss me too.
She sighed then she said,
Thought we’d be together ’till the end.
And this the end.
So good luck with your career.
Cause we can no longer be friends anymore.

Damn.

Get Big : Tyga

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Uh
Young Money (w-w-well done)
O-o-o-kay
Its too many bitches too many n-ggas hating
Red seat racing now my car name satan
Real simple you a bitch I got ya bitch naked
Chrome heart hard to love easier to hate me
Okayyy
Its too many bitches too many n-ggas hating
Red seat racing now my car name satan
Real simple you a bitch I got ya bitch naked
Chrome heart, hard to love, easier to hate me
I f-cking hate clowns kill em like Jason
Burner, yea I Pac-trick like Swayze
Crazy cash bank roll roll cookoo mani
I rep California but not like Katy
Perry Middle school ghetto girls used to chase me
Now I’m big now they with me on the Ricther Scale baby
Put ya hands down f-ck opponents and opinions
All the girls love me wrap my dick with a ribbon
Yeah im all business when im chillin we can kick it
My shoes are armadillos Louis Vuitton’n on you n-ggas
Spizzikes, Jays, Airwalkin on the flizzy
Gettin’ head tight when ya high off in the Skizzy

_________________

Attendant say im tripping
You don’t hear the captain speaking
I ball all week bitch you barely get weekends
Every show sold, promote it on twitter
Fresher than a baby got her standing the acryllic
Souvenir this motherf-cker high school yea they did it
Best dressed ahhwww n-ggas ain’t ahhhww shit to me
Dear Lord bring the Epiphany
Then let it rain hell flames on my enemies
Don’t be gettin caught where you shouldn’t be
Everything ain’t a house party with the silly strings
bring the b-b-beat the beat to the white meat
You n-ggas can’t see me like mice feet
Head sprung one dose of me’ll have your mind gone
chaser with some blue ciroc now you in the cyclone
Lost in the ozone ain’t you baby
100 things to do before you die lemme show you baby
Gotta watch ya back these days
Count a million in ya faces spend it in a day
Gotta watch ya back these days
Count a million in ya faces spend it in ya face N-gga

Like Me : Tyga

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(Hook)
Uh yea b-tch I’m ballin, bi-ch I’m balling
Betchu n-gga, he ain’t balling (like me)
Yea, b-tches choosing and they calling
Cause I’m balling said they wanna f-ck a n-gga (like me)
And my n-ggas paid, they aint never gotta pay (like me)
Yea b-tch I’m ballin, b-tch I’m balling
Betchu n-gga, he ain’t balling (like me)

Uh, tyga strike, rally paint
I’m the sh-t, b-tch 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, n-gga whatchu thinkin?
This that big bang rapper ballin, huh
I don’t even drink, but she alcoholic
Baby sip it til it’s gone (yea I know it)
Uh, cash like coke, b-tches gotta blow it.
So put your number on this paper, I promise I’ll call
No, I can’t called b-tch I’m lying, I don’t use my phone, sh-t
Sh-t is on silence all day long
I don’t need no interruption when I’m makin you moan
Early morn, wake up, then you yawn
Breakfast in bed, waffles in the little head, Roscoe’s
Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling sh-t
Cause I’m ballin, b-tch

(hook)

Uh, hotel suite, presidential
F-ck you bitchin whatchu been thru
I got two doors homie, one side for my clothes
Another side for my big shoes
Now that’s ballin, don’t think that’s ballin?
Mothaf-cker 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
b-tches fighting for me like it’s Jerry Spring’
But is the summer, winter, they fallin for me
Colder than a coca cola polo, 7 degrees
You know you watch t.v , seperate your mind, please
If you’re the bomb b-tch, why you tryna tick with me
Remove your top, time to pop
She said she like it rough, so I beat it up, p-ssy punch

(Hook)

King lazareth, living on that lavish sh-t(?)
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 ridin 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, blue berry (?)
Berry berry cherry, whip cream on the side
You can applaud that, terminator, I’ll be right back
Say my name, Tyga man, screaming so loud, like I know you can

(hook)

Sound so good; make ya wanna slap your mama
Young money, Tyga Tyga, n-gga

Wonder Woman : Chris Brown & Tyga

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[Chris Brown - Chorus]
Tonight I want me a wonder woman
That can save my life
wanna feel her power right now
a real wonder woman
come be my hero
you can take your cape off
you dont need that to save my heart
you just need to take me, I know you can fly
because I see you in the skies

[Tyga]
Damn she bad damn she bad
heels with the matching bag
mirror with the lips gloss
lick her lips then she laugh
Lady Gaga colored bag
all her frame using that
she could be your magazine, but she aint really into that
oww damn she bad
had to say it twice
its gettin' late
you should spend the night
no rushing thangs
got a whole lot of game
and I'm stuck in my ways
but just for you, I'll change
Polaroid camera put this moment on your freezer
5 in the mornin' yawning, kiss ya while you sleepin'
half awake I can see you peekin'
wake up baby cuz tonight

[Chris Brown - Chorus]
Tonight I want me a wonder woman
That can save my life
wanna feel her power right now
a real wonder woman
come be my hero
you can take your cape off
you dont need that to save my heart
you just need to take me, I know you can fly
because I see you in the skies

[Tyga]
all shit aside
I love the way you walk
you got that indie glow
give me some time to watch
freeze freeze you put my heart into anesthesia
I love you 'round the clock, wont stop till I get enough
overtime overtime I put in for that valentine
know you appreciate it baby lingerie (?)
lets get naked, rip our clothes off
Im the doctor you my nurse in a uniform
head game outta control, super heroes on the floor
bruce banner beat it up
then I turn into the hulk
be my Betty Ross
make the bed rock (all night long)

[Chris Brown - Chorus]
Tonight I want me a wonder woman
That can save my life
wanna feel her power right now
a real wonder woman
come be my hero
you can take your cape off
you dont need that to save my heart
you just need to take me, I know you can fly
because you see you in the skies

Black and Yellow : Tyga

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I live a better life
Catch me out, Every night
Meet her once, Maybe Skype
Plus I only f-ck them twice
Only rules that apply
We don’t cuff them, Let them fly
If she think there’s better things
That bitch in for a surprise
Light a candle, Prayer vigil
Another rapper dies
Trying to steal my flow
Must have thought I was blind
I see your videos
Youtube’n’ lil hoes
Bitch ain’t even Georgia code
That’s your girl, I ain’t know
Watching Belly on the iTunes
N-ggas barely on iTunes
Only moment is if I’m featured on it
I heard his rumors when I’m in the room
Just cuz a man starving
Don’t mean he eat and drink the same water
Motha f-ckas got social problems
Online got ya feeling brave, Don’t it
I’m paid homie
F-ck the myths, I’m the sh-t
Lyrical I can get
But what’s the sense
When it’s for cents, Double dollars
With a hit, Stop the bull shit
No cows walking, But she stupid thick
Ass like a donkey, Shout out Wiz
But I don’t smoke
But you could still watch the Benz roll up, Hoe

Models on my phone
Super models at my show
Money on my mind at all times
And it’s time for more
Looking at my watch
Oh it’s the perpetual
Like what you see
But don’t touch it hoe

Rolli on my arm, What it cost man
New deposit came in, Another 100 grand
The end is near, The bible says it is
So I’ma rep Young Money till the f-cking end

Models on my phone
Super models at my show
Money on my mind
Oh it’s the perpetual
Don’t touch it hoe

Rolli on my arm, what it cost man
New deposit came in, Another 100 grand
The end is near, The bible says it is
So I’ma rep Young Money till the f-cking end

Models on my phone
Super models at my show
Money on my mind at all times
And it’s time for more
Looking at my watch
Oh it’s the perpetual
Like what you see
But don’t touch it hoe
But don’t touch it hoe
But don’t touch it hoe
But don’t touch it hoe

Like what you see
But don’t touch it hoe