Tyga A Voice 4rm Heaven Pt.2 Michael Jackson lyrics

Thou I pull up my lollipop, he let it lick the rapper
And I never kiss her after
I pass her to my dawgs
Shit is like lottery numbers
Girl you have to hit the most
First they start to choose and now probably pass his Uzzy
In the sink I might have her naked like Marcus Huston
Yeah, you missin' with the bastard, use to
Roabbin' David in my car so let's start this all now
And I don't need no hood for this chick
She gonna let me win, (she gonna let me win)
Yo she gonna let me hit x 2
Ok, let's try to take your clothes off
Then I'mma hit, I'mma hit it til the dose out
And when we wrack it, I'mma hit it til the dose out
She say her pussy is the stoppin'
And I'm like if that's the case I'mma beat it like Jordan got it
I'mma rock it like I'm use like when I lean in
And now between me and you but this for me and you
But can I take it off you, drive my type approach yeah
I do it so right, she call me an author
But I am just a gatter, yeah I'm just a gatter
Straight to the power, yeah it's what I roll on
Yeah I swear I'mma her cheer like hit and hit
Showty, showty you can be _______(?)
And I don't need this shit
I try to hit it, hit it
And I don't need this shit
I try to hit it, hit it
Like if you try this like before
I play you like a toy

I know I pray you like but no I'm not a leader, I'm not a leader
No, I got to ball and fall for me and you
Let's take this shit for the top

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Let's keep this shit West Coast
Let's rollin' down the street, all my fan up
Sippin' and cookin' that tunes
Count stacks, cu I'm gettin' every dollar and my chicken top model
Young tricks to the mess up
Come on that top floor, when they start
Nigga have cigars and the minibar
Soon as he take it off, sure I've been see ‘em gone
Soon as she put it on, sure or sure they in the guard
I'm like the porn star but without the _____(?)
Check up, every check I got the bruve off
My bank account lookin' sumethin' like the cookies are
I put the hands in only if it's gonna involve
________(?)
But when they saw me they just scream for more
Young tigers skinny, skinny baggy I've been tighter
Make letter, come together, human type righter
Don't bose if you can't show
Cuz I show roll like fans when it's free roll
I get so much cheese, they call me cheater
And these others nigga crash, fingers
[Rollin' down the street, all my fan up sippin' up, cookin' that juice
Count' stacks, cuz'I'm countin' every dollar and my chicken top model ] x 2