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Tyga - What U Want lyrics

Artist: Tyga

album: What U Want


You my -
Right Now Sound
Sound
Hitmaker (B-B-Bankroll got it)
Diego
What you, what you want? (Want)
I got freaky ways to put you on, yeah
Dress you up in Saint Laurent (oh, yeah)
Speak that voodoo with my tongue (woah, yeah)
What you, what you want? (Want)
I got freaky ways to put you on, yeah
Dress you up in Saint Laurent, yeah
Speak that voodoo with my tongue
She's so, mhm, mhm, yeah, yeah
I'm tryna tell you what's up, yeah
Sippin' away 'cause she pretty
I'm feelin' saditty, I'm fillin' my cup, yeah
I'm tryna tell you get with me
I'll take you on trips, you just tell me the city, yeah
In the islands, we be chillin'
I got me a check so you know we be litty, yeah
Tell me, tell me what you need (uh-huh)
You know I'm all in (all)
I can get you everything (mhm-hmm)
You know I got it (got)
Baby girl bad and she bougie
I keep it one hunnid, pull up in a hoopty, yeah (hoopty)
I'm tryna take you out with me
I get you that Birkin', just prove that you with me, yeah
What you, what you want? (Want)
I got freaky ways to put you on, yeah
Dress you up in Saint Laurent (oh, yeah)
Speak that voodoo with my tongue (woah, yeah)
Ay-ayy (ayy)
Heard you want it, yeah, I got it
Pop the tag, fuck the price, swipe, you know I'm 'bout it
Foreign baddie (ooh), she exotic like Bugatti (exotic, exotic)
Spicy jalapeño, icy mami, big dripper (body)
Ho-ho-ho, hop in (skrr)
Pop out, paparazzi at the valet (yeah)
Top ten (ooh)
Top ten, my girl got a girlfriend (yeah)
I got options
Options, put 'em in a Maybach Benz (ooh)
Lookin' at my wrist, she know what time it is (give me time, ah)
What you, what you want? (Ooh, ooh)
I got freaky ways to put you on, yeah
Dress you up in Saint Laurent (oh, yeah)
Speak that voodoo with my tongue, yeah (woah)
What you, what you want? (Want)
I got freaky ways to put you on, yeah
Dress you up in Saint Laurent (yeah)
Speak that voodoo with my tongue (yeah)
(Coi Leray, yeah, let's go)
We gon' get rich, babe, huh (uh-huh)
We gon' have rich sex, huh (ooh, Lord)
We gon' get lit, babe, yeah (get lit)
We get big checks
So let them hate, yeah
It be great
F-f-fuck them haters, bae
You the greatest
Yeah, we got sticks
Full like jumpin', it's lit
Bitch, this Glock got a kick
On my way to the top, let's get it
Fu-fu, fuck friends, I ain't too friendly
Yeah, I don't wanna hang, gotta keep my distance
You wanna talk, but you don't wanna listen
Don't got no time 'cause I'm on a mission, ayy
What you, what you want? (Yeah)
I got freaky ways to put you on, yeah
Dress you up in Saint Laurent (oh, yeah)
Speak that voodoo with my tongue (woah, yeah)
What you, what you want? (Want)
I got freaky ways to put you on, yeah
Dress you up in Saint Laurent, yeah
Speak that voodoo with my tongue, yeah

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