[Intro]
D.A
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[Verse 1: Tyga]

Slide on a pim

p game with my

 pinky rang
Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain

Why you claim 

that you rich?

 That's a fals

e claim
I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim

Whole lotta st

yles, can't ev

en pronounce t

he name
You don't even got no style, see you on my Instagram

I be rockin' i

t like it's fr

esh out the pa

n
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 s

hower, that's 

my rain dance
And we all in black, like it's gangland

Say the wrong 

word, you be h

angman
Watch me stick to your bitch like a spray tan

Aw, Mr. 'What 

Kind Of Car Yo

u In?'
In 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 ni

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 th

e taste?
Yeah that's cool but he ain't like me

[Verse 2: Tyga]

Lotta girls li

ke me, niggas 

wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a fuckin' Nike

Me not icey, t

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

Aw, chains on 

the neck for t

he whole team
And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream

And my bitch w

ant the Fenty,

 not the Maybe

lline
I'm the black JB the way these bitches scream

Make these bit

ches scream
Pretty little thing

Like my nigga 

A.E, say, yada

damean

[Chorus: Tyga]

Taste, taste, 

she can get a 

taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, 

fuck what a ni

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 th

e taste?
Yeah that's cool

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Offset)

Yeah, I'ma put

 the drip on t

he plate (drip

, drip)
Diamond ice-glazed, niggas imitate (ice, ice)

Aye, aye feed 

me grapes Mayb

ach with the d

rac' (grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith, got this shit from bae

Diamonds up to

 par, the cook

ie hittin' har

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

Shotgun shells

, we gon' alwa

ys hit the tar

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

3400 Nawfside,

 Charles Barkl

ey
4-8-8, Ferrari

Make her get o

n top of me an

d ride me like

 a Harley
She wanna keep me company and never want depart me (no)

(Depart me) Ye

ah, fishtail i

n the parking 

lot (skrt, skr

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

And I got the 

fire, don't ma

ke me spark it

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

Like the way s

he suck it, su

ck it like a J

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

And she got th

e Patek on wat

er 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 th

e 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 ca

n get a taste
Taste, taste, New York do you love the taste?

Taste, taste, 

Chi-Town you c

an get a taste
Taste, taste, Houston you can get a taste

Taste, taste, 

Portland you c

an 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 th

e taste?
Taste, taste, worldwide they gon' get a taste