paroles de chanson Mmphh - Tyga

(NSMW)
(Is That It?)
(Is That It?)
(N-N-Not Safe)
Mm
Motherfucker, mm
Mm-mm
Motherfucker, mm

Yeah, I start my day like a nympho, tenfold (Yeah)
Ten men gettin' brain like scarecrow (Woah)
I treat the bitch like a motherfuckin' rental (Yeah)
Baby, go below the belt like a low blow (What?)
Fosho, four shows post one photo (What?)
Half a mil', fifty minutes, what's the total?
Per minute, mm, I do not know though
I just rap like a gift play Santa ho-ho
(That's not fashion) You look like a hobo
Glock on the waist in case a nigga go loco
Don't try me for size, I go extra large
Too-Raw, might star on my bank card (Bih)
Hey, her pussy good, need security guard (Bih)
I can see the whole L.A. from my backyard (Bih)
When they see my new chain, they say, "That's hard"
Forgiato on the rim, bitch, I'm spoiled, mm

Mash on the gas, make the body go mm
Face on ten, got my lens on, mm
Taking no L's, but we like that, mm
Mm, mm, mm (Nigga, what?)
Back in high school you was the man, mm
You sent a DM, you a fan, mm
Hoppin' on that waist, she get bands, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm

I don't quit, I don't miss
I just fuck and dismiss, I get lit, I get lit, yeah
Cool out that bitch, got you stuck in the biz, yeah
Send me my money and seal with a kiss
I need the slaves, tell it's free brick
She need a wave, you blendin' right in, yeah
Ten outta ten, I'm on the back nine
I hit birdie par five then the snap time
Niggas wanna do the crime and can't pay the fine (No)
Niggas wanna go to war, but don't got the funds
It's all fun and games 'til you reach the last stage
Then we send your ass back to the front of the arcade
Nigga, woah, no time to lack these days
Watch your back these days, catch you one of these days
Nigga, wait (Nigga, wait), gotta look both, both ways
They can find you on waze like i did when the gays
Nigga froze

Mash on the gas, make the body go mm
Face on ten, got my lens on, mm
Taking no L's, but we like that, mm
Mm, mm, mm (Nigga, what?)
Back in high school you was the man, mm
You sent a DM, you a fan, mm
Hoppin' on that waist, she get bands, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

I don't quit, I don't miss
I just fuck and dismiss, I get lit, I get lit, yeah
I don't quit, I don't miss
I just fuck and dismiss, I get lit, I get lit, yeah
All my real live niggas throw your hands up
All my real live niggas throw your hands up
All my real live bitches throw your hands up
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up (Nigga, what?)
All my real live niggas throw your hands up (Mm)
All my real live niggas throw your hands up (Mm, mm)
All my real live bitches throw your hands up (Nigga, mm)
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up (Mm, mm, mm, mm)