Artist: Tyga f/ Lil Wayne Album: Hotel California Song: 500 Degrees Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Tyga] AUGH~! T-Raw, fuck y'all, money tall, dick large Tiger in my backyard, bitches on my futon Dog house, no dog, shootout, Chris Paul Walkin' on the marble floor, take your fuckin' shoes off Bitch this is fox fur, killin' shit, fuck a hearse I can show you my choppa works; she give me head, when my head hurt Deep throat, till the bitch burp Her best friend said let me at 'em - Cousin Lurch Smokin' on that turf, get your feelings hurt At your neck like a collared shirt, ball like a Nerf W-Word, more green nigga than smoking pot When I see more, I'm that +Horror+ from that +Little Shop+ S-S-S-S-Shop, butcher shop, open up your top All you see is gold watch, Rolls Royce, road blocks Sun roof, fogged out, chrome grill, gold mouth Take a fuckin' look around... [Chorus: Tyga] Bitch I'm all you need - AUGH~! I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas Bitch I'm all you need - AUGH~! I'm the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up, bitch 500 degrees - AUGH~! I say fuck them other niggas, fuck them other niggas Bitch I'm all you need - AUGH~! I'm the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up, bitch 500 degrees... [Tyga] Thrilla manilla, I buy straight from the dealer I'm politickin' in Paris, I'm buying statues and pillars All from the Louvre nigga, mosaics from the museum You niggas counting per diem, your bitch is in my DM I never read 'em, weak bitch probably get seasick On the yacht eat shrimp, see my name on a blimp It read "T-Raw's a pimp" Nigga I ain't dancin' but my hand on my hip Full clip, movie shit, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Niggas want a verse, can't even get a ad-lib (AUGH~!) I'm killin' this shit, and I'm killin' your mind One verse at a time, the shivers are mine, I murdered this shit, just takin' my time Got bars, front gate, face shot, blind date Rolex, timepiece, ain't got no time for no bitch speech 120 that six speed, pull it out that's all me Just call me T-Papi... [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Uh, Tunechi over bitches Smokin' +Color Purple+, blunt fat as Oprah Winfrey I'm the nigga, the nigga-nigga, the nigga-nigga I be snappin', I hope you get the, bigger picture I said fuck that nigga that you fuckin' She say that nigga rap, I say he couldn't wrap a mummy But let me pass the weed, and stop passin' judgement Before I have to beat him like a dick he had it comin'/cumin' Been eating so much pussy, man I'm starting to get chubby Schoolin' motherfuckers, I'm their favorite subject Broomstick in my pants, I'm 'bout to go witch hunting I'm already loaded, these niggas still bufferin', heh I fuck my girlfriend and her best friend, these niggas is lesbians Don't cross me like a pedestrian, I'm getting head watching ESPN She holdin' me and carressin' me, don't hate the player, hate the referee If she F with me, I am definitely a necessity.. Tunechi [Chorus]