Rap Star Lyrics - Tyga

Rap star, need fast cars, cash in large amounts 

I need a bitch with an ass that bounce 

A fat ass and titties that bounce 

You know I'm in the street when the city come out 

When the city dumb out 

When you envision me 

(Can you tell me) am I getting it though? 

I'm a rap star, call the task force 

I make your club collapse 

After I leave with the bad ones 

Presidential suite with the bad ones 

Told my niggas ya'll can have them 

Cause I have one, I'm on FaceTime with her 

When she blowing you kisses, saying she miss ya 

Could have anyone she want, she just wanna be with ya 

I'm a rap star, I just wanna get richer 

You might slip when I talk, you know I'm slick when I talk 

Rap star, got plaques on my wall 

That's art and facts on my wall 

Crib I bought got two gates for security guards - it's a palace dog! 

I remember when I didin't have it dog 

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And back then I was still saying I'ma have it dog! 

(Could you imagine?) 

I'm a rap star, need fast cars, cash in large amounts (That's all) 

I need a bitch with an ass that bounce (That's all) 

A fat ass and titties that bounce (Rapstar) 

You know I'm in the street when the city come out 

When the city dumb out 

When you envision me 

(Can you tell me) am I getting it though? 

I'm a rap star, can you imagine? 

Putting chains on ya man's neck, cause the muscle stronger the fan flexin' 

Dealing with gossip, hate and threats 

When they bettin' against you and you raise the bet 

Yeah, you got 'em there nigga, you got 'em scared 

They not prepared, you got 'em right where you want 'em, right there 

I'm a rap star and your nightmare 

Used to slapbox, now we don't fight fair 

Life ain't, so I ain't 

This about my team, cause they ate when I ate 

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Yeah they steak like my steak 

Handle they beef like it's on my plate 

I'm a rap star that graaa, graaa, graaa 

That "move, let 'em through, get back" 

(Could you imagine?) 

I'm a rap star, need fast cars, cash in large amounts 

I need a bitch with an ass that bounce 

A fat ass and titties that bounce 

You know I'm in the street when the city come out 

When the city dumb out 

When you envision me 

(Can you tell me) am I getting it though? 

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