Tyga feat. Offset – Taste (Music Audio)

Lyrics to “Taste” performed by Tyga feat. Offset

Slide on a pimp game with my pinky rang
Lotta gang, lotta b**ches, 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 don’t even 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 the hand
3 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 word, you be hangman
Watch me stick to your b**ch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. What Kind Of Car You In
In the city love my name, n**ga I ain’t gotta say it

Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, f**k what a n**ga 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, n**gas wanna fight me
N**ga get yo ass checked like a f**kin’ nike
Me not icey, that’s unlikely
And she gon’ suck me like a f**kin’ Hi-C
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole team
And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream
And my b**ch want the Fenty not the Maybelline
I’m the black JB the way these b**ches scream
Make these b**ches scream
Pretty little thing
Like my n**ga A.E, say, yadadamean

Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, f**k what a n**ga 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

Yeah, I’ma put the drip on the plate
Diamond ice glazed, n**gas imitate
Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach with the drac’
Slow pace in the Wraith, got this s**t from bae

Diamonds up to par, the cookie hittin’ hard
The Rari sit in park, I’m at it, on Mars
Shotgun shells, we gon’ always hit the target
Popcorn b**ch shell poppin’ out the cartridge

3400 Nawfside, Charles Barkley, 4-8-8, 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 n**gas ’cause they talk about cha
And I got the fire, don’t make me spark it out cha
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 the Patek on water moccasin
I’m rich in real life, I get that profit, copy

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
Taste, taste, Portland you can get a taste

Taste, taste, overseas let them b**ches 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…

➤ Produced by D.A. Doman
Tyga & Offset 2018