Taste Lyrics - Tyga

[Intro] 

D.A 

[Verse 1: Tyga] 

Slide on a pimp game with my pinky rang 

Lotta gang, lotta bitches, 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 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 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 bitch like a spray tan 

Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car He In?' 

In the city love my name, nigga I ain't gotta say it 

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[Chorus: Tyga] 

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 

[Verse 2: Tyga] 

Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna fight me 

Nigga get yo ass checked like a fuckin' Nike 

Me not icey, that's unlikely 

And she gon' suck me like a fuckin' Hi-C 

Aw, 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 these bitches scream 

Pretty little thing 

Like my nigga A.E, say, yadadamean 

Photos 

[Chorus: Tyga] 

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 

[Verse 3: Offset] 

(Offset) 

Yeah, I'ma put the drip on the plate (drip, drip) 

Diamond ice glacier, niggas imitate (ice, ice) 

Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach with the drac' (grape) 

Slow pace in the Wraith, got this shit from bae 

Diamonds up to par, the cookie hittin' hard (hard) 

The Rari sit in park, I'm at it, on Mars (Mars) 

Shotgun shells, we gon' always hit the target (blaow) 

Popcorn bitch shell poppin' out the cartridge (pop it) 

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 (no) 

(Depart me) Yeah, fishtail in the parking lot (skrt, skrt) 

I don't kick it with these niggas 'cause they talk about ya 

And I got the fire, don't make me spark it out ya 

Keep it in my back pocket like it's a wallet 

Like the way she suck it, suck it like a Jolly (whoa) 

Stack it up and put it with the whole project (racks) 

And she got the Patek on water moccasin 

I'm rich in real life, I get that profit, copy 

[Chorus: Tyga] 

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 

[Outro: Tyga] 

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 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