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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Tyga
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Ray Stevenson
Michael Ray Stevenson
Songwriter
Samuel Ahana
Samuel Ahana
Songwriter
Michael Crook
Michael Crook
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Swish
DJ Swish
Producer
Mike Crook
Mike Crook
Producer
Alex Ghenea
Alex Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Christian "CQ" Quinonez
Christian "CQ" Quinonez
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, honey buns poppin' out the plastic, stretched like elastic Just took a thizz and I feel fantastic The pussy was great, I'm just bein' sarcastic Hungry for the money, I'm a fuckin' fat bastard Reebok that beat, I'm just tryna make a classic Dressed in Prada and I look fantastic Flippin' that bitch, she don't know gymnastic We gon' make it nasty, it was fantastic Is them titties real? 'Cause they feel like plastic Ashin' out the blunt with a bitch named Ashley Run up on me wrong, put you in a casket Turn you to a ghost, bring you back, Black magic Bitch be suckin' me off like Maggie Hit me on the 'Gram and she said, "Send the addy" I replied, "Gladly" Uber in the navi' And you know my ex-bitch can't get past me Thumpin' the trunk, get you slumped in the dump, yeah Hump in the pump and I cum on her tongue, yeah Her ex was a chump and I let her have fun, yeah I don't give her time, rather be with my son, yeah Walkin' on me (me), she my lil' stink (stink) Fuck 'em for hours (hours), I'm off the zinc (zinc) Sippin' my drink (drink), fuck what you think (think) Fingers in her pussy, big pinky ring Honey buns poppin' out the plastic, stretched like elastic Just took a thizz and I feel fantastic The pussy was great, I'm just bein' sarcastic Hungry for the money, I'm a fuckin' fat bastard Reebok that beat, I'm just tryna make a classic Dressed in Prada and I look fantastic Flippin' that bitch, she don't know gymnastic We gon' make it nasty, it was fantastic Yeah, shake that ass, yeah, work that ass Let me see it go up and down Rotate that ass, wanna touch that ass Can you make it go round and round? Step up in the club, they like, "Who you with?" (who you with?) T-Raww in this bitch, yeah, he the shit (he the shit) Yeah, I'm young, but the money so mature and shit She at my crib walking 'round on some tourist shit Yeah, who's that jumpin' in the Cadillac Bitches in the G-Wagon, she a bachelorette They all wanna date me like I'm the bachelor How she in love with me, I ain't even met her They don't even know me (know) They all wanna show me (show me) Girl, what that mouth do? They say it's mine only (it's mine) I don't believe it but I entertain it (yeah) 12-hour flight and the bitch almost fainted (you okay?) Uh, honey buns poppin' out the plastic, stretched like elastic Just took a thizz and I feel fantastic The pussy was great, I'm just bein' sarcastic Hungry for the money, I'm a fuckin' fat bastard Reebok that beat, I'm just tryna make a classic Dressed in Prada and I look fantastic Flippin' that bitch, she don't know gymnastic We gon' make it nasty, it was fantastic Yeah, shake that ass, yeah, work that ass Let me see it go up and down Rotate that ass, wanna touch that ass Can you make it go round and round? Yeah, shake that ass, yeah, work that ass Let me see it go up and down Rotate that ass, wanna touch that ass Can you make it go round and round? Yeah, that shit fantastic And my bitch fantastic And the whip fantastic Bitch, I'm fantastic Why'd you like my picture, honey And you don't answer me? You left me on seen
Writer(s): Michael Stevenson, Samuel Ahana, Mike Crook Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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