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letra de taste remix (nitin randhawa remix) feat. eminem & g-eazy - tyga

[intro]
d.a

[verse 1: tyga]
slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring
lotta gang, lotta b-tches, 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 pr-nounce 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 b-tch like a spray tan
aw, mr. ‘what kind of car he in?’
in the city love my name, n-gga i ain’t gotta say it

[chorus: tyga]
taste, taste, she can get a taste
taste, taste, she can get a taste
taste, taste, f-ck what a n-gga 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: g-eazy]
from the bart train to a tour bus
still the same game except i’m pulling more sl-ts
more b-tts, more bucks, never giving more f-cks
did it my way, i’m never taking short cuts
raised in that town like fool, who put you upon?
all these bay sounds, mac dre is who i grew up on
i’m just selling game got you if you need a coupon
you can check my resume, see every beat i threw up on
smoking on grapes, rollin’ up swishers, no papes
back of the ghost, closed drapes
i’m a boss tycoon
girls in the crowd all swoon
super high, i’m off to the moon
and i vanished with your girl then i took her to my room
she wants me to slay okay, that means doom
boom, and it’s to be expected
knew this would happen as soon as she texted

[verse 3: offset]
(offset)
yeah, i’ma put the drip on the plate (drip, drip)
diamond ice glacier, n-ggas imitate (ice, ice)
aye, aye feed me grapes maybach with the drac’ (grape)
slow pace in the wraith, got this sh-t from bae (skrt)
diamonds up to par, the cookie hittin’ hard (hard)
the rari sit in park, i’m at it, on mars (mars)
shotgun sh-lls, we gon’ always hit the target (blaow)
popcorn b-tch sh-ll poppin’ out the cartridge (pop it)
3400 nawfside, charles barkley (nawf)
4-8-8, ferrari (skrrt)
make her get on top of me and ride me like a harley (ride)
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 n-ggas ’cause they talk about ya (yeah)
and i got the fire, don’t make me spark it out ya (fire)
keep it in my back pocket like it’s a wallet (hoo)
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 (water moccasin)
i’m rich in real life, i get that profit, copy (hey!)

[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
taste, taste, she can get a taste
taste, taste, she can get a taste
taste, taste, f-ck what a n-gga 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 4: eminem]
i’m a menace, a dentist, an oral hygienist
open your mouth for about four or five minutes
take a little bit of this fluoride with it
swish but don’t spit it, swallow and i’ll finish
yeahhh, me and nate d-o double g
looking for a couple b-tches with some double d’s
pop a little champagne and a couple e’s
slip it in her bubbuly, we (we)
pasted, plastered, puke, drink up, throw up
get a new drink, hit the bathroom sink, throw up
wipe your shoe clean, got a routine goin
still got a few chunks on your shoestring showin
i was dehydrated ’till the beat vibrated
i was revived as soon as this b-tch gyrated
them hips and l!cked them lips and that was it
i had to get nate dogg in to sing some sh-t

[outro: 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
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-tches 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

- tyga

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