Biografia:
Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson (nascido em 19 de novembro de 1989), mais conhecido pelo seu nome artístico Tyga (um acrônimo para Obrigado Deus sempre), é um rapper americano assinou contrato com a Young Money Entertainment, "Cash Money Records" e "Universal Republic Records ". Descendência vietnamita e jamaicana. Ele recebeu pela primeira vez o reconhecimento com "Coconut Juice" single de estréia, com seu primo Travie McCoy.
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[Intro]
D.A
|Fm |Fm |Cm |Cm
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Fm
Slide on a pimp game with my pinky rang
Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain
Cm
Why you claim that you rich? That's a false claim
I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim
Fm
Whole lotta styles, can't even pronounce the name
You don't even got no style, see you on my Instagram
Cm
I be rockin' it like it's fresh out the pan
Only when I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman
Fm
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the hand
3 million cash, call me rain man
Cm
Money like a shower, that's my rain dance
And we all in black, like it's gangland
Fm
Say the wrong word, you be hangman
Watch me stick to your bitch like a spray tan
Cm
Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car You In?'
In the city love my name, nigga I ain't gotta say it
[Chorus: Tyga]
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
It's all the same, like Mary-Kate
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah that's cool but he ain't like me
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Fm
Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a fuckin' Nike
Cm
Me not icey, that's unlikely
And she gon' suck me like a fuckin' Hi-C
Fm
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole team
And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream
Cm
And my bitch want the Fenty, not the Maybelline
I'm the black JB the way these bitches scream
Fm
Make these bitches scream
Pretty little thing
Cm
Like my nigga A.E, say, yadadamean
[Chorus: Tyga]
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
It's all the same, like Mary-Kate
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah that's cool
[Verse 3: Offset]
(Offset)
Fm
Yeah, I'ma put the drip on the plate (drip, drip)
Diamond ice-glazed, niggas imitate (ice, ice)
Cm
Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach with the drac' (grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith, got this shit from bae
Fm
Diamonds up to par, the cookie hittin' hard (hard)
The Rari sit in park, I'm at it, on Mars (Mars)
Cm
Shotgun shells, we gon' always hit the target (blaow)
Popcorn bitch shell poppin' out the cartridge (pop it)
Fm
3400 Nawfside, Charles Barkley
4-8-8, Ferrari
Cm
Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley
She wanna keep me company and never want depart me (no)
Fm
(Depart me) Yeah, fishtail in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I don't kick it with these niggas 'cause they talk about cha
Cm
And I got the fire, don't make me spark it out cha
Keep it in my back pocket like it's a wallet
Fm
Like the way she suck it, suck it like a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it with the whole project (racks)
Cm
And she got the Patek on water moccasin
I'm rich in real life, I get that profit, copy
[Chorus: Tyga]
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't like me
[Outro: Tyga]
Fm
Taste, taste, LA you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Miami you can get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, Oakland you can get a taste
Taste, taste, New York do you love the taste?
Fm
Taste, taste, Chi-Town you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Houston you can get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, Portland you can get a taste
Taste, taste, overseas let them bitches taste
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Taste, taste, worldwide they gon' get a taste
D.A
|Fm |Fm |Cm |Cm
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Fm
Slide on a pimp game with my pinky rang
Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain
Cm
Why you claim that you rich? That's a false claim
I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim
Fm
Whole lotta styles, can't even pronounce the name
You don't even got no style, see you on my Instagram
Cm
I be rockin' it like it's fresh out the pan
Only when I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman
Fm
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the hand
3 million cash, call me rain man
Cm
Money like a shower, that's my rain dance
And we all in black, like it's gangland
Fm
Say the wrong word, you be hangman
Watch me stick to your bitch like a spray tan
Cm
Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car You In?'
In the city love my name, nigga I ain't gotta say it
[Chorus: Tyga]
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
It's all the same, like Mary-Kate
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah that's cool but he ain't like me
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Fm
Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a fuckin' Nike
Cm
Me not icey, that's unlikely
And she gon' suck me like a fuckin' Hi-C
Fm
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole team
And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream
Cm
And my bitch want the Fenty, not the Maybelline
I'm the black JB the way these bitches scream
Fm
Make these bitches scream
Pretty little thing
Cm
Like my nigga A.E, say, yadadamean
[Chorus: Tyga]
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
It's all the same, like Mary-Kate
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah that's cool
[Verse 3: Offset]
(Offset)
Fm
Yeah, I'ma put the drip on the plate (drip, drip)
Diamond ice-glazed, niggas imitate (ice, ice)
Cm
Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach with the drac' (grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith, got this shit from bae
Fm
Diamonds up to par, the cookie hittin' hard (hard)
The Rari sit in park, I'm at it, on Mars (Mars)
Cm
Shotgun shells, we gon' always hit the target (blaow)
Popcorn bitch shell poppin' out the cartridge (pop it)
Fm
3400 Nawfside, Charles Barkley
4-8-8, Ferrari
Cm
Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley
She wanna keep me company and never want depart me (no)
Fm
(Depart me) Yeah, fishtail in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I don't kick it with these niggas 'cause they talk about cha
Cm
And I got the fire, don't make me spark it out cha
Keep it in my back pocket like it's a wallet
Fm
Like the way she suck it, suck it like a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it with the whole project (racks)
Cm
And she got the Patek on water moccasin
I'm rich in real life, I get that profit, copy
[Chorus: Tyga]
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't like me
[Outro: Tyga]
Fm
Taste, taste, LA you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Miami you can get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, Oakland you can get a taste
Taste, taste, New York do you love the taste?
Fm
Taste, taste, Chi-Town you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Houston you can get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, Portland you can get a taste
Taste, taste, overseas let them bitches taste
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Taste, taste, worldwide they gon' get a taste
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