Tyga – Taste Lyrics [Video] Background & Facts

[Intro: Tyga]

D.A.

Hah

[Verse 1: Tyga]

Slide on it pimp game with my pinky ring

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 a hand

Three 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 words; you be hangman

Watch me stick to your bitch like a spray tan

Aw, Mr. What-Kind-of-Car-He-In?

And the city love my name, nigga; I ain’t gotta say it

[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 your ass checked like a fuckin’ Nike

Me not icy, 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

Ah, pretty little thing

Like my nigga A.E.

Say, “Yadadadamean”

[Chorus: Tyga & Offset]

(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

(Yes, yes), do you love the taste?

Yeah, that’s cool (Offset)

[Verse 3: Offset]

Yeah, I’ma put the drip on the plate, yeah (Drip, drip)

Diamond ice glacier, niggas imitate (Ice, ice)

Ayy, ayy, feed me grapes, Maybach with the drake (Grapes)

Slow pace in the Wraith, got this shit from bae (Skrrt)

Diamonds up to par (Par), the cookie hittin’ hard (Hard)

The ‘Rari sit in park (Park), on Addy on Mars (Mars)

Shotgun shells, we gon’ always hit the target (Blah)

Popcorn, big shell 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 wan’ depart me, depart me (No)

Yeah, fishtail in the parking lot (Skrrt, skrrt)

I don’t kick it with these niggas ’cause they talk about ya (Yeah)

Yeah, and I got the fire, don’t make me spark it out ya (Fire)

Yeah, keep it in my back pocket like it’s a wallet (Who?)

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

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

And she got that Patek on water moccasin (Patek)

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

[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), ayy, 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