Karaoké Taste Tyga & Offset

D.A

Slide on it 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

Mister What-Kind-of-Car-He-In and the city love my name nigga, I ain't gotta say it

She can get a taste

She can get a taste

Fuck what a nigga say

It's all the same like Mary-Kate

She can get a taste

Let you get a taste

Do you love the taste

Yeah, that's cool but he ain't like me

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.

Say, Yadadadamean

She can get a taste

She can get a taste

Fuck what a nigga say

It's all the same like Mary-Kate

She can get a taste

Let you get a taste

Do you love the taste

Yeah, that's cool

Offset

Yeah, I'ma put the drip on the plate

Yeah diamond ice glacier niggas imitate

Ayy, ayy, feed me grapes

Maybach with the drake

Slow pace in the Wraith got this shit from bae

Diamonds up to par the cookie hittin' hard

The 'Rari sit in park on Addy on Mars

Shotgun shells, we gon' always hit the target

Popcorn, big shell poppin' out the cartridge

Thirty-four hundred Nawfside

Charles Barkley four-eight-eight Ferrari

Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley

She wanna keep me company and never wan' depart me

Depart yeah

Fishtail in the parking lot

I don't kick it with these niggas 'cos they talk about ya

Yeah, and I got the fire don't make me spark it out ya

Yeah, keep it in my back pocket like it's a wallet

Like the way she suck it suck it like a Jolly

Stack it up and put it with the whole project

And she got that Patek on water moccasin

I'm rich in real life

I get that profit, copy

She can get a taste

Let she get a taste

Do you love the taste

Yeah, that's cool but he ain't like me

LA you can get a taste

Miami you can get a taste

Oakland you can get a taste

New York do you love the taste

Chi-Town you can get a taste

Houston you can get a taste

Ayy, Portland you can get a taste

Overseas let them bitches taste

She can get a taste she can get a taste

Do you love the taste

Worldwide they gon' get a taste