Tyga - Taste ft. Offset - Lyrics



D.A.

Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring
Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain
Why you claim that you rich? That`s a false claim
I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim
Whole lotta styles, can`t even pronounce the name
You ain`t got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be rockin` it like it`s fresh out the pan
Only when I`m takin` pics, I`m the middleman
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the hand
Three million cash, call me Rain Man
Money like a shower, that`s my rain dance
And we all in black, like it`s Gangland
Say the wrong words, you be hangman
Watch me stick to your bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. `What Kind Of Car He In?`
In the city love my name, nigga I ain`t gotta say it

Taste, taste, she can get a taste -(2)
Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
It`s all the same, like Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah, that`s cool but he ain`t like me

Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a fuckin` Nike
Me not icey, that`s unlikely
And she gon` suck me like a fuckin` Hi-C
Uh, chains on the neck for the whole team
And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream
And my bitch want the Fenty, not the Maybelline
I`m the black JB the way these bitches scream
Make these bitches scream
Pretty little thing
Like my nigga A.E
Say, ya-da-da-da-mean

Taste, taste, she can get a taste -(2)
Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
It`s all the same, like Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah that`s cool

(Offset)
Yeah, I`ma put the drip on the plate (drip, drip)
Yeah, diamond ice glacier, niggas imitate (ice, ice)
Aye, aye, feed me grapes Maybach with the drac`(grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith, got this shit from bae (skrtt)
Diamonds up to par (par), the cookie hittin` hard (hard)
The Rari sit in park (park), I`m at it, on Mars (Mars)
Shotgun shells, we gon` always hit the target (blaow)
Popcorn bitch shell poppin` out the cartridge (pop it)
Thirty-four hundred Nawfside, Charles Barkley (no)
4-8-8, Ferrari (skrrt)
Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley (ride)
She wanna keep me company and never want depart me (no), depart me
Yeah, fishtail in the parking lot (skrtt, skrtt)
I don`t kick it with these niggas cause they talk about ya (Yeah)
Yeah, and I got the fire, don`t make me spark it out ya (fire)
Yeah, keep it in my back pocket like it`s a wallet (hoo)
Like the way she suck it, suck it like a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it with the whole project (racks)
And she got the Patek on water moccasin (water moccasin)

I`m rich in real life, I get that profit, copy (hey)
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah, that`s cool, but he ain`t like me
Taste, taste, LA, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Miami, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Oakland, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, New York, do you love the taste?
Taste, taste, Chi-Town, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Houston, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Portland, you can get a taste
Taste, taste, overseas, let them bitches taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste -(2)
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Taste, taste, worldwide, they gon` get a taste


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