Tyga Ft. Chris Brown - Snapbacks Back

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Tyga Ft. Chris Brown Snapbacks Back Lyrics

[Hook x2]

Snapbacks Back, Snapback Back

That’s all these niggas saying, I brought Snapbacks back

I’m a fresh as nigga, bitches know I’m the shit

25 for my belt, nigga get off my dick



[Verse 1: Tyga]

I brought the snapback back, snapback back

Man all these niggas foul like hack-a-Shaq

Nigga racks on racks, my bitch ass so fat

Yo bitch booty like a pancake, flat flapjack

I make your dollars collapse trail low in the strap

Shells big as a turtle Master Splinter to rap

Spin you like Urkel your body hanging from fat

Thought you was sharper than tacks, get you thrown like some jacks

All these bitches with these tassels on their titties tryna tax

I don’t give a f-ck if none of yall don’t rap

I could pull a bitch just turning my back

Who knew that, venus trap

Flyest nigga in the class

Goyard bag, see that tag?

I could pay your rent all year boy

Yo mama know, your cousin, sister brother and your mama know

Your cousin, sister brother and your mama know

Your cousin, sister brother and your mama know

Bitch, your granny know nigga

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[Hook x2]

http://plazamp3.blogspot.com/2011/06/tyga-chris-brown-snapbacks-back-lyrics.html

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

Leggo, snapback back, put V.A. on the map

I’m a young nigga, heartthrob, girls cardiac

I got your girls all on my dick

Yeah them chickens giving me neck, nigga

You ain’t talkin bout shit

F-ck your city, press eject

Too busy coughing up them hairballs

Fur coat, Bear dog

Spray these niggas like aerosol

And f-ck them old niggas: Geritol

Hold up, snapback on

Champagne MCM backpack on

Lucky that my situation in this probation

Won’t even let me strap that tome

My condo aint no hotter, I be right at home

What you mean nigga I’m coherant

Steez out with my D out and you wonder

Why your shorty be disappearing

Ha-Ha I brought the snapback back

Last kings and them Ti$as yeah they sell like crack

You got no car insurance, no Ray Bans

This Geico, caveman

First of the month you do a praise dance

Like I’m moving on up, Aye man

Stop that, drop a hat in the club

They gon be like that nigga on drugs

Get more respect in L.A. than you do



[Hook x2]

Snapbacks Back, Snapback Back

That’s all these niggas saying, I brought Snapbacks back

I’m a fresh as nigga, bitches know I’m the shit

25 for my belt, nigga get off my dick









Tyga Snapbacks Back Lyrics

Tyga T Raw

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Tyga T Raw Lyrics

[Chorus]

T-raww, T-raww, T-raww, T-raww

I don’t give a f-ck at all

T-raww, T-raww, T-raww, T-raww

I don’t give a f-ck at all



[Verse 1]

Last King, Golds on My colar bone fresh

Got that immortal technique flow

Tech N9ne’s, tech decks

Finger boards flip a bitch

Thailand pick a bitch

Its my land I take a shit anywere, skat and piss

Lazereth king of the the snapback habitat

Flashback..flash bangs leave you f-cken trapped

Leave you face swoll leave a cabbage pach punching bag

Doctor Seuss niggas you’s a pussy cat in a hat

Rolling that papers like wiz papers

Cash takers put you in a cast cuz your pocket’s breaking

The heart breaker, f-ck her once never date her

The Money chaser, no chase f-ck a savings

I got that ready, jelly, spread it to all my niggas

So they spend it spend it like ring a round the rosie

Okie dokey got a bad Spanish bitch like Kobe

The most low key

Nigga you don’t know me

Im…..

[from: http://plazamp3.blogspot.com/2011/06/tyga-t-raw.html ]

[Chorus]

T-raww, T-raww, T-raww, T-raww

I don’t give a f-ck at all

T-rawww, T-rawww, T-rawww, T-rawww

I don’t give a f-ck at all



[Verse 2]

Like Cam Newton I’m number 1

Hand picked my hand guns

Ima cowboy like marion

Barber cut your hair for fun

02 I’m on one

105 to Compton

YG just hit me said these bitches got these tatts done

With my name on em

That’s a damn shame

Cuz I changed homie

I changed my damn name

To T-raw, don’t look at me

Get chopped like butcher meat

Gold chains like Mr. T

Your girl face in my toilet seat (haha)

My niggas they be trippin

Yo shit weak but boi you aint different

My show sold your show ?

Ya’ll mini me’s, I’m prolific

I progress, no stress

More sex she gon give it

No Robin Gibbons

I f-cked that hoe

Nas f-cked that hoe

Sleeping on me don’t you ever get to comfortable

Young Money……..

Last King………

When you see me coming call me by new name



T-raww, T-raww, T-raww, T-raww

I don’t give a fuck at all

T-raww, T-raww, T-raww, T-raww

I don’t give a fuck at all