Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Word on Street , by - Tyga. Song from the album Well Done 3 & 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.11.2014
Record label: Mix Up
Song language: English
Word on Street |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks |
| Put kinggold chains on yo bitch |
| Let’her cry for me, that’s hooty and a blowfish |
| She gon blow dick til she pop, how many licks? |
| Blow this popsicle, stand quick |
| Insane niggas, getting bent in a Bentley |
| Hothead trigger nigga, don’t tempt me |
| Make that ass shake like a Wendy’s frosty (frost bit) |
| In the middle week, Jebediah |
| I’m the great Alexander Empire |
| Bubble gum, put shrimp on yo dinner |
| Rocky Balboa, heart of a lion |
| Tyga, not to be fucked with, tyrant |
| On the highest level, top of mount Zion |
| She said she never fucked me, but she’s lyin |
| Team so strong, could’ve been the Minnesota Viking, fuck it! |
| Two tears nigga in a bucket |
| You don’t like me and bitch I love it |
| Livin life reckless, gold bitch stay nugget |
| Step on curry, got 30 in the luggage |
| Fuck that bitch, she’ll never get a lover |
| Timbuktu, reincarnated king Musa |
| Talkin bout medusa, these niggas just losers |
| You ain’t even do shit, I’m the coach that’s coolest |
| T ruler, sharp shooter, red ruga, not human |
| Lex Luthor, super mutant, still bruising |
| Steel chrome, still ruthless, translucent |
| Probably the best to do this |
| Ho I ain’t gotta prove shit |
| The proof’s in the bank bitch |
| Do this shit for my kids' kids |
| In the papadoce, you don’t even know what that is nigga |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks |
| Heath Ledger, pill poppin, no jokin |
| Stanley Kubrick, eyes wide die opened |
| So doctor, this ain’t Broadwayin |
| Tom foolery, yall niggas horse playin |
| Most hated cuz the crib most gated |
| Most cars, a lot of broads, the most dated |
| Your cars pass through expiration |
| Second to none, no offense, none taken |
| Stick up, I’m hijakin em back |
| I’m the shit bubblewrap, get rap to rap |
| Flow god, that is so hot |
| Step on yo back bitch |
| Now you hunchback and launch from the launchin pad |
| Lougin at the pack |
| T-Raw the best rapper in there and I’m flexin 600 grand on my lap |
| Instagram, take the pilot jet ready |
| That’s an instant plane |
| Fuck yall, niggas couch mane |
| Actin ashamed, don’t be a slave |
| Put yo check on the table |
| By the end of the days paid hey hey |
| Blake fair at the world fair, fuck fair |
| When them near smell roast in the air |
| Oh yea? |
| Who that nigga with the big ass gat? |
| That’s me with the big ass gat |
| It’s a sabertooth |
| Hater eat yo life in a big ass flash |
| No pork on my plate, nigga still goin ham |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks |