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Here is Tyga (ft DJ Khaled, Trina, Too Short, Maino, Cam’ron & Nipsey Hussle) - I’m On It Remix Lyrics @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

(DJ Khaled)
Ayo Tyga,
This the remix
Young money, cash money, lets go

(Tyga)
Snap back chin up, gold chain n-gga
it’s the remix n-gga

(Trina)
I’m on it like fish, (?) hot ice spill it
circumcised with the money, skin back, peel it
don’t scissor dance, that look don’t fit me
my tongues worth fighting, Madonna, Britney
covered in this money, I swear we was f-cking
gimme good pounds, no in course lovin’
I’m just blowing money fast, do it just like (?)
I’m the baddest bitch, young money, excited

(Too Short)
I love the expression on the face of a hater
mad at the way I chase paper
you can hate a pimp and try to stop the show
don’t talk about a hoe if you aint got no dough
I’m slick, the way I get the game about a chick
if it aint about money b-tch it aint about sh-t
you can give it to me, or we can get it together
kick the p-ssy, cause I can hit it whenever
I think it’s lame when you’re f-cking for free
but things gon’ change when you’re f-cking with me
I aint wanna say it when you’re bumping the beat
Short Dog will have you humping the sheets
bitch!

(Tyga)
Yeah, Im on it
Im on it, Im on it
Im on it, Im on it
if you talking bout money bitch

(Maino)
N-ggas know that Brooklyn, bullsh-t I’m on it
cash money millions, damn right I want it
diamonds on my neck, glitted up, yeah I’m flaunting
pull up in that V, never seen what you call it
homie, I’m a beast, n-ggas fear me like the Lochness
ask about me, girl my reputation’s spotless
certified grind with the mind of a shooter
rollin’ in them trucks, big guns yeah bazooka’s
caught up in that life though, women in my life know
charged up like I took a couple shots of nitro
sh-ts different colours like candy assorted
talking bout money, you already know I’m on it

http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/10/tyga-im-on-it-remix-lyrics.html

(Cam'ron)
yeah, I cook it up
you aint cooking me
look at you, now look at me
me, I’m top down with the AC
Vegas, you still playing AC (damn)
I’m Varsity, you still playing Jay-V
ay, your jewelery you still paying Macy’s (weirdo)
if he say that he know me, he lying hun
and I play with a band, a diamond one

(Tyga)
Yeah, Im on it
Im on it, Im on it
Im on it, Im on it
if you talking bout money bitch

(Nipsey Hussle)
Look, I’m in G-R-I-N-D mode
on a scale of 1 to 10 my mic check is three fours
I rock my own brand so I don’t ever need clothes
and me and tyga, tyga running laps around these hoes
I party every night cause I get paid to do shows
and I can f-ck off a rack on one tack and two songs
I used to gang bang but now I just gain dough
so if money is the topic, it’s a go
Hussle!

(Tyga)
Ahh, n-ggas aint sh-t these days
friend or foe muthaf-cker he real, she fake
cheques coming in, Cash it like Clay
new car sweet taste, colour cream brulay, ahh
pay more for the Leroy glow
girls think it’s all the same
the f-cking broke boys know
put myself up on game
now my game gon swole
Young Money World Tour
now my team on ‘roid’s
Rolls Royce baby, I’m on it

(Tyga - Chorus)
Im on it, Im on it
Im on it, Im on it
if you talking bout money bitch

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Here is Moving Backwards Lyrics by Tyga @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

First scene
Producers pointin like action
As the chain swings
Lettin shine no sheen
Just my dream
Turn reality
Well done they say to me
How flatterin
I'm just makin it work like batteries
Abuse and batter me
But never wanna challenge me
Leave em shiverin
Lookin in the mirror, like who can fuck with him?
Young troublesome, that the ladies love!
Packed show at the club, who said wait til 21?
Asked who booked, promoter didn't even look my way
Ha, ok
Party people doin what i say
Hands in the air pat ya belly thats enough ay
Just seein how much i can get away with
Lookin for a bird to get away with
Fly in my space ship
Take her back to where i live
Next to god crib
You ain't never been higher than this

Chorus:
Young hollywood star livin lavish
Lookin back what a habit
Everybody like what happened?
Feel like i'm movin backwards
Tyga please show out for the camera
Now everythings flashin
Sittin here like what happened
Feel like i'm movin backwards

Tyga:
Will your friends go
If u had to choose
International will we travelin til we old and blue
That's how family do
But what about if they didn't pay they dues
Well i guess i'll pay that to
Accountant tellin me how much i withdrew
In the last past year or 2
Ain't gotta say it so loud, ya know
I'm just tryin to keep my people proud
I'm the one they countin on to bring the members around
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/10/tyga-moving-backwards-lyrics.html
I ain't kiddin my mind is far from small child
I'm on some mike tyson shit up in the first round
Knock ya down
And then i smile
Throw in the towel
I'm so foul
X-rayin every girl blouse
Forgive me, i'm back calm now
Less energy
Late-ly
I don't know what's gotten in to me

Chorus:
Young hollywood star livin lavish
Lookin back what a habit
Everybody like what happened?
Feel like i'm movin backwards
Tyga please show out for the camera
Now everythings flashin
Sittin here like what happened
Feel like i'm movin backwards


Tyga:
My heart beats
Echoes into the cold streets
Where nightmares and darkness begin to meet
As i see
Nobody cares about my history
Not even me
Holdin tight to my rosary
I'm just hopin, someone notice me
Hopefully
Sign a cd
But right now, does it look to shabby t?
Look down cant even see my feet
Everyhings blurry
But now, no more worries for me
Maybe go on maury
As the rapper that used to be
These days they wont even accept me
Except me
Some excedrin
To get rid of conseption
Drugs r a blessin
To someone with no breakfast, damn
It's so hard bein exited, out
Tryin to figure out
What my whole lifes... Been about
Cant even do that right
Will i ever see the light
We back in the limelight mike

Chorus:
Young hollywood star livin lavish
Lookin back what a habit
Everybody like what happened?
Feel like i'm movin backwards
Tyga please show out for the camera
Now everythings flashin
Sittin here like what happened
Feel like i'm movin backwards

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Here is First Time Lyrics by Tyga feat. Pharrell @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

[Pharrell - Chorus]
I know you wanna feel the girl (first time)
now take it easy the first time
first time, first time, first time, first time
first time, first time, first time

[Tyga]
first time, I aint trying to hurt you now
but I think I’m in love for the first time
top 9 certified
but I think I’m love for the first time
top 9 certified
I think I’m love for the first time

[Tyga- Verse 1]
First time I laid eyes
I looked around, heaven’s angel from the sky
it must be a message from God
cause you the only thing on my mind
let me show you why
tonne of love let’s float inside
girl grab my hand now hold your ride
take a chance for life, roll the dice
next day we in paradise
promise to be loyal when honest
help out your family
with a couple dollars
I do my best for you
cause you my shorty
so rest your head on my shoulders
it feels good, don’t it baby
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/10/tyga-feat-pharrell-first-time-lyrics.html

[Chorus]

[Tyga- Verse 2]
I know you aint scared of tiger’s
I get around, they say my sex on fire (fire)
do it all night, keep you smiling
used to be a player but I’m retired
ugh, as I lay down right beside ya
no shirt, it’s kinda hard to be quiet
she said hold me close never let go
I got that good love girl, oh you didn’t know
uh, give ya kiss, ear to ya neck
relax, rub ya back
make it wet
I know love have you going crazy
but it feel good, don’t it baby

[Chorus]

[Pharrell - Bridge]
Hey young girl, irl-ir-ir-irl-irl (wassup baby)
Hey young girl, irl-ir-ir-irl-irl (ever been in love)
Hey young girl, irl-ir-ir-irl-irl (I know you wanna feel it)
Hey young girl, irl-ir-ir-irl-irl

[Chorus]

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BMF Freestyle Lyrics by Tyga

First of all I aint feeling y’all
feel the f-cking heat defrost
fill the spoon full of food
aint enough to feed the room
I don’t have to goon, twizla boy split you to
cherry red Rover roof
crips to confuse you
you can say I blue’s you
better than I bruised you
all you n-ggas copycats doing sh-t I used to
oh you tatted too, n-gga f-ck you
my b-tch aint got no tatts I hit her from the back
I spend south of France all that other sh-t is wack
sling shot it in the ear than I let the sh-t collapse
money is my pet peeve, give me hourly
if there is none at all, than I’m pissed off
I listen to Rick Ross and I know Ricky Ross
I’m Leonardo in Inception, reserve my section
I do dreams put you in a bubble, benz or Lexus
I Will Smith the necklace, I do it effortless
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/09/tyga-bmf-freestyle-lyrics.html
b-tch all eyes on me
the future’s in my eyes,
(?) b-tches, b-tches bring lies
one n-gga jealous than the muthfucker dies
figure you aint scary if you did the crime
now prepare its dinnertime
dimmer the lights, lemon with ice
look it at twice its fizzling sprite
brown do the belly nice
no coca cola, I don’t drink soda
black beenie n-gga, like a f-cking smoker
they say I’m bout to blow up like super nova
put your helmet on, the bulldozing dopest
how you sh-tting on ‘em and aint got sh-t on ‘em
it killes me to know it, you Melanie Fiona
Ohhh, remove yourself from my scrotum
Ohhh, remove yourself, remove yourself
Ohhh, remove yourself from my scrotum
pull your whole car I thought I told you.

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