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7/27/2013

Video: Tyga - Show You ft Future

Tyga - Show You ft Future

7/02/2013

Video: Tyga ft. Chris Brown - For The Road (Explicit)

Video: Tyga ft. Chris Brown - For The Road (Explicit).

4/18/2013

Video: Tyga ft. Wiz Khalifa - Molly

Desde Los Angeles llega Tyga a presentar el videoclip del tema "Molly" correspondiente al disco "Hotel California", con la colaboración de Wiz Khalifa y producido por Mally Mall.

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3/21/2013

Video: French Montana ft Tyga - Thrilla in Manila

Esta vez les traemos el mas reciente videoclip de French Montana acompañado de Tyga ¨Thrilla In Manila¨ produce Dj Mustard.

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2/18/2013

Video: DJ Drama ft. Roscoe Dash, Tyga & Wale - So Many Girls

Y uno de los Dj mas reconocidos en el momento en Estados Unidos Dj Drama nos presenta el videoclip de ¨So Many Girls¨ con la colaboración de Rosco Dash, Tyga & Wale. Dirección Alex Nazari.

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1/21/2013

VIDEO: TYGA FT RICK ROSS - DOPE

Y continua Tyga moviendo duro esta vez llega acompañado del CEO de MMG Rick Ross y nos presentan su mas reciente producción audiovisual ¨Dope¨ bajo la dirección de Colin Tilley.

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T-raw rock my own kick game
8 figure deal figure how I'm courtside at clip game
Still pop ace king shit I'm with rozay
Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ
OK the day you beating me bitch no day
Bandz a make her dance that's thousand dollar foreplay
AK get a full clip not a soundwave
You kissed her in her mouth, ask her how my dick taste
Bitch nigga you don't want no drama im worth a couple commas
It's death before dishonor
Last king come sign up all my shit be disgner
Extroardinary rhymer I bodied yo' shit for nothin'
Wes, west up, hot temper
Get wet up she give me head not neck up
She clean the mess up
One false move death from gesture
Cash in the safe I don't feel no pressure

[Hook] x2
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dooe
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Shit
She fuck hermes and the hustle
Crown on the watch she got niggas still thuggin'
8.7 on the crib so fuck it
Went gold in a month so it ain't no budget
New chains, rollex links
New chick just to drag my mink
New car just to ride around here
Aviator crew we flyest 'round here
Hating on hood niggas dying 'round here
Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard
Cars rockstar dope boys at odds
I done seen it all but it's back to these broads'
Hands clap like a nigga in the stadium
Million dollar chain but I'm rocking 8 of 'em
I see you sleeping boy don't make me pick your label up
Scottie pipen on the dribble I just laid 'em up
Another triple got me tripping like it's angel dust
We just winning all the women in my table ah
Say my name say my name nigga say my name
100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

[Hook] x2
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dooe
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Chief rocka, pill popper
Tell them pull them things out cause my car topless
Off topic, get on top it wish us some absence
So sincere in her belly, that's the nah shit
King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbin'
We taking your dollars creflo no white collar
I (pop pop) wish a nigga would call thomas
Bitch I'm the bomb call me the unabomber
Money in my game I'm driving shit that's insane
You niggas stay in your lane no playing ain't nothing changed
Pardon this good regime, I make your girl david blaine
Murder was the case all the kids say that nigga T-raw

[Hook] x2
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dooe
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes

1/21/2013

VIDEO: TYGA FT THE GAME - SWITCH LANES

Y desde Compton California llegan Tyga y The Game con su mas reciente produccion audivosial ¨Switch Lanes¨. Dale Play y Deja Tu Comentario y Participa Por Ipod´s o Smartphones. Letra:
[Hook]
When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing
Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang
Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain
Been around the world all the hoes know my name
Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

[Verse 1: Game + Tyga]
[Game]
Fuck a nigga up,louie belt match the chucks
I'm in the club with raw nigga, 10 racks a tub
Back it up like a u-haul, rake ass is up
Spades in my ice bucket, rub that for luck
Racks in my cargos, Audemar stupid
They say she in love with me, stay away from cupid
The Panamera's sick, Lupus
T-Rawwwww show them how we do it

[Tyga]
Swiss signs do it, my new bitch
A nudist, peace like a buddist
Cooler than cool-whip, give brain don't be stupid
Faded like boozy, cut like a crew neck
Arm out the window, another check, another rolex
Mo' less, the moet, the mo' sex, I must say
I bought her the P Jet, more than a piss test
So I wake up, I'm fucked up, my ex tryna' make up

[Game]
Wake up, telling these bitches to get their cake up
Wake Up, shooting my babies all on her make up
I'm running through all these hoes, Brandon Jacobs
Lambo doors up, sitting just like her legs
Eat it off from the club, rather fuck hoes instead

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tyga + Game]
[Tyga]
Never tell a bitch I love her
Money talk Chris Tucker
Got a chauffeur, and a driver
I don't lease it, I'mma buy it
I'll be on the broke diet
You ain't eating but you biting my style
Motherfucking strike, light-lightening
T-Carti, my bitch like Bugarri
I walk in the spot, all these bitches bogart me
Spent 30 racks, I'mma make it back tomorrow
Pull up with a big titty bitch like Toccara

[Game]
You ain't never seen a rari, look like a safari
Tyga riding shotgun, snake print cardi
Air, I'm in them like airs
2500 nigga call them Nikes rare
See them niggas hating, but I don't really care
Gold bottles coming, tell them bitches light flares
Snow on my wirst call that rollie big bear
See it in the light though (woah) Ric Flair

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Game]

Pull up at the barber shop, chop off the top of the Phantom
Bitches screaming A, we're no where near Atlanta
Maybe she a rockstar, maybe she a sinner
Fucking with them lottery boys, now she a winner
I'm all in that Virginia, I mean that vagina
Get lost in that pussy, nigga you will never find her
Eat it like lasagna, eat it like E-Honda
Shout out to my nigga Breezy, and beat it like Rihanna

[Hook]