Tyzilla

作曲：Tyga

作词：Tyga

I'm tossing you ice creamin the wrong **

Her python let bite guns be bike on children get biting

Mike tyson air ** canary diamonds let jason price

Brother don't discuss my budget

You ain't putting up in horning

I put it on contendina all the way to ** causing

The black saucer car look like the hog monster

Objects objective is destroying conquer

Watch me luckya like high school left the gumpas

I'm sea palmer

Tied flyers a ** cardinal to chimney chunga

Hungry foot after

** money young plenty clocker own hand

Your road is over partner

You ain't never seen god this scary before

So make a hole like the middle of a chariot

Color gold angel with the demons soul

Threw the kerry and assume there'll be burying you

I'm top seller top sellerI'm tom seller

I was born in a stereo

I'm tom seller I'm tom seller I'm tom seller

Crushing everything on radio

Look at these suckers you ** ** is but buddies

I get bucks buddy these zero

Just keep dublin sounds of a trumpet sound

So sunday surface pray for him

Churches chickens scared to cross my path

They like it ain't worth it worship that **

Happened we'll get murdered

Won't be heard of

My parents won't even worry

Don't think I'm working

Now I'm under my city surface

Rewarded stay soil covermy color

Now it's muddy brown

Louis luggage nike couldn't do it

How I doesn't

Send sima hopping to g in a gray league

And I'm in wagon

Part of my swagger

He's an asshole

Look at him laughing

Damn bass of the slap of madams

Start laughing at her walking backwards

I was impressed

You ain't never seen god this scary before

So make a hole like the middle of my cherryo

Color gold angel with the demons so due

To carry and assume to be burying you

I'm tar seller

I'm tar seller

I'm tar seller I was born in a stereo

I'm tar seller

I'm tar seller

I'm tired of

Crushing everything on radio

It's me guys don't run out

Why you got your guns out I play fed

Don't be foul

Watch your ** mouth

Cut your tongue out

Put your eyes where you speak out

If it wasn't for the haters this paper I couldn't write

About feeling like mason

You better preach about me cause I'm the lord savior

Volcano foigo spit k no flow match the blad polo

What fitted heads that's a no no no

Brain of ** got a coco dolls

I'm straightforward like a focus fume

I'm focused gazelles please

Lends me rims

Skinny grain drawn that lindsay hold

Some things in life oh just so simple

Oh you know you ain't never seen god just carry me

Fall oops on me go like the middle of my cherry

Oh color go

Angel with the demon soul do the carrying

As soon I'll be burying you

I'm tossing up I'm tossing

I'm tarzilla I was born in a stereo

I'm tarzilla I'm tarzilla

I'm tarzilla crushing everything on radios