Tyga - Playboy lyrics

[Hook: Tyga] I got a p**nstar tenacity f** her like it's ten of me, I've been a nasty n***a (n***a) I got a dope boy's tenacity, co*ky like I got ten ki's and they hara**ing me Super freak in my pa**enger, she a superstar and got a bat for me If I hang up she call right back to me, you cut her legs off she crawl right back to me (Uh) [Verse 1: Tyga] Addicted like crack to my tenacity I made a path for all my savages, I'm business savy, see It must be March 'cause y'all mad at me It's March Madness and I ball like Kansas City You against me and the city You know how many pretty b**hes drove me to liquor stores For for out of liquor straws I get 'em hot Cheetos just to see her lick her fingers [Hook: Tyga] You boy been had a playboy tenacity f** her like it's ten of me, I've been a nasty n***a (n***a) I got a dope boy tenacity, co*ky like I got ten ki's and they hara**ing me Super freak in my pa**enger, she a superstar and got a bat for me If I hang up she call right back to me, you cut her legs off she crawl right back to me (Uh) [Verse 2: Tyga] Actually she really crawl, lift my balls And lick the whole sack for me Playboy tenacity, umbrellas in my jackery If I ain't poppin' then why the paprazzi flashin' me Can you answer me? I call it playboy tenacity Yeah, that's what it is, that's what it has to be Yeah, look how I live, this how it had to be (Ahh) I want it now more than ever More money, more problems but the money make it better I ain't tryna f** and I just f**ed her head up I'm sick with the diagnosis, and that's why I wrote this sh** No b**h [Hook: Tyga] I got a playboy tenacity f** her like it's ten of me, I've been a nasty n***a (n***a) I got a dope boy tenacity, co*ky like I got ten ki's and they hara**ing me Super freak in my pa**enger, she a superstar and got a bat for me If I hang up she call right back to me, you cut her legs off she crawl right back to me (Uh) [Interlude] All units, all stations, this is officer 4112 LAPD Currently in pursuit of a yellow Ferrari 4-8-8 Possible drug trafficking suspect [Verse 3: Vince Staples] Racing' wing on the gt4 I'm finna drive this motherf**er 'till that ocean floor Cold world, long nights with my old girl If I put a baby in a hoe, she don't abort I'm feellin' [??] in Atlanta in strip clubs Her body was the baddest, maybe it was [??] Excuse me, if I scared it But switching all these [??] But really mind going, if you don't mind me asking Can you out your hands on your hips, baby dip dip, dip Put your shoes on the bed, she move [??], I'ma trip Windows got tint so you can wear whatever you like Unless it's more [??] The funny thing about life is that the clock keep tickin' So let's have a good time and time to [??] and you should gettin' dressed, that's fine And do whatever you be thinkin', it takes the stress of your mind And if you need it, we believe it, you could do it all night, alright