Tyga — Taste (Official Video) ft. Offset | караоке з текстом і вимкненням вокалу

Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring. Lot of gain, lot of bitches and a icy chain. Why you claim that you rich? That's a false claim. I'll be straight to the whip, no bag is claimed. 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 taking pics, I'm the middle man. Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift a hand. Three main 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. Uh, Mr. What Kind of Car He In? And the city love my name, nigga, I ain't gotta say it. 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. Taste, taste, she can get a taste. Taste, taste, let you get a taste. Taste, 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 fucking Nike. Me not icy, that's unlikely. And she gon' suck me like a fucking Hi-C. Uh, 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 the bitches scream. Pretty little thing. Like my nigga AE. Say, "Yadadadamean?" 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. Taste, taste, she can get a taste. Taste, taste, let you get a taste. Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Yeah, that's cool. Offset! Yeah, I'ma put the drip on the plate. Drip, drip. Yeah, diamond ice glace, niggas imitate. Ice, ice. Hey, hey, feed me grapes, Maybach with the Drake. Slow pace in the Wraith, got this shit from base. Diamonds at the par. The cookie hitting hard. The 'Rari sitting parked, I'm at it on Mars. Shotgun shells, we gon' always hit the target. Popcorn pitch, shell popping out the cartridge. 3400 Northside, Charles Barkley. Four A, A, Ferrari. Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley. She wanna keep me company and never want depart me. Yeah, fishtail in the parking lot. I don't kick it with these niggas 'cause they talk about you. Yeah, and I got the fire, don't make me spark it out you. 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 away the whole project. And she got the Patek on water moccasins. I'm rich in real life, I get that profit, cop it. Taste, taste, she can get a taste. Taste, taste, let you get a taste. Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't like me. Taste, taste, LA, you can get a taste. Taste, taste, Miami, you can get a taste. Taste, taste, Oakland, you can get a taste. Taste, taste, New York, do you love the taste? Taste, taste, Chi-town, you can get a taste. Taste, taste, Houston, you can get a taste. Hey, Portland, you can get a taste. Taste, taste, overseas, let them bitches taste. Taste, taste, she can get a taste. Taste, taste, she can get a taste. Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Taste, taste, worldwide, they gon' get a taste.