🎵 taste.buds // by J.Robb

1 Contributortaste.buds Lyrics [Verse 1: Tyga from "Taste"] Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring Lotta  gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain Why  you claim that you rich? That's a false claim I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim Whole lotta styles, can't even pronounce the name You  ain't got no style, see you on my Instagram I  be rockin' it like it's fresh out the pan Only when I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman Walk,  talk it like a boss, I just lift a hand Three million cash, call me Rain Man Money like a shower, that's my rain dance And we all in black, like it's Gangland Say  the wrong words, you be hangman Watch me stick to your bitch like a spray tan Aw, Mr. What-Kind-of-Car-He-In? And the city love my name, nigga, I ain't gotta say it [Chorus: Tyga from "Taste"] (Taste, taste), she can get a taste (Taste, taste), she can get a taste (Taste, taste), fuck what a nigga say It's all the same like Mary-Kate [Verse 2: Tyga from "Taste"] Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna fight me Nigga, get your ass checked like a fuckin' Nike Me not icy, that's unlikely And she gon' suck me like a fuckin' Hi-C Aw, chains on the neck for the whole team And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream And my bitch want the Fenty, not the Maybelline I'm the black JB, the way these bitches scream Make these bitches scream Ah, pretty little thing Like my nigga A.E