Word on Street Lyrics
| Song | Word on Street |
| Artist | Tyga |
| Album | Well Done 4 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Intro) | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks | |
| (Verse) | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks | |
| Put 10 gold chains on yo bitch | |
| Let er cry for me, that’s hooty and a blowfish | |
| She gon blow dick til she pop, how many legs? | |
| Blow this popsicle, stand quick | |
| Insane niggas, getting bent in a Bentley | |
| Hothead trigger nigga, don’t tempt me | |
| Make that ass shake like a Wendy’s frosty (frost bit) | |
| In the middle week, Jebediah | |
| I’m the great Alexander Empire | |
| Mix bubble gum, put shrimp on yo dinner | |
| Rocky Balboa, heart of a lion | |
| Tyga, not to be fucked with, tyrant | |
| On the highest level, top of mount Zion | |
| She said she never fucked me, but she’s lyin | |
| Team so strong, could’ve been the Minnesota Viking, fuck it! | |
| Two tears nigga in a bucket | |
| You don’t like me and bitch I love it | |
| Livin life reckless, gold bitch stay nugget | |
| Step on curry, got 30 in the luggage | |
| Fuck that bitch, she’ll never get a lover | |
| Timbuktu, reincarnated king Musa | |
| Talkin bout medusa, these niggas just losers | |
| You ain’t even do shit, I’m the coach that’s coolest | |
| T ruler, sharp shooter, red ruga, not human | |
| Lex Luthor, super mutant, still bruising | |
| Steel chrome, still ruthless, translucent | |
| Probably the best to do this | |
| Hoe I ain’t gotta prove shit | |
| The proof’s in the bank bitch | |
| Do this shit for my kids’ kids | |
| In the papadoce, you don’t even know what that is nigga | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks | |
| (Verse) | |
| Heath Ledger, pill poppin, no jokin | |
| Stanley Kubrick, eyes wide die opened | |
| So doctor, this ain’t Broadwayin | |
| Tom foolery, yall niggas horse playin | |
| Most hated cuz the crib most gated | |
| Most cars, a lot of broads, the most dated | |
| Your cars pass through expiration | |
| Second to none, no offense, none taken | |
| Stick up, I’m hijakin em back | |
| I’m the shit bubblewrap, get rap to rap | |
| Flow god, that is so hot | |
| Step on yo back bitch | |
| Now you hunchback and launch from the launchin pad | |
| Lougin at the pack | |
| T-Raw the best rapper in there and I’m flexin 600 grand on my lap | |
| Instagram, take the pilot jet ready | |
| That’s an instant plane | |
| Fuck yall, niggas couch mane | |
| Actin ashamed, don’t be a slave | |
| Put yo check on the table | |
| By the end of the days paid hey hey | |
| Blake fair at the world fair, fuck hair | |
| When them near smell roast in the air | |
| Oh yea? Who that nigga with the big ass gat? | |
| That’s me with the big ass gat | |
| It’s a sabertooth | |
| Hater eat yo life in a big ass flash | |
| No puck on my plate, nigga still goin ham | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks |
| Intro | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks | |
| Verse | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks | |
| Put 10 gold chains on yo bitch | |
| Let er cry for me, that' s hooty and a blowfish | |
| She gon blow dick til she pop, how many legs? | |
| Blow this popsicle, stand quick | |
| Insane niggas, getting bent in a Bentley | |
| Hothead trigger nigga, don' t tempt me | |
| Make that ass shake like a Wendy' s frosty frost bit | |
| In the middle week, Jebediah | |
| I' m the great Alexander Empire | |
| Mix bubble gum, put shrimp on yo dinner | |
| Rocky Balboa, heart of a lion | |
| Tyga, not to be fucked with, tyrant | |
| On the highest level, top of mount Zion | |
| She said she never fucked me, but she' s lyin | |
| Team so strong, could' ve been the Minnesota Viking, fuck it! | |
| Two tears nigga in a bucket | |
| You don' t like me and bitch I love it | |
| Livin life reckless, gold bitch stay nugget | |
| Step on curry, got 30 in the luggage | |
| Fuck that bitch, she' ll never get a lover | |
| Timbuktu, reincarnated king Musa | |
| Talkin bout medusa, these niggas just losers | |
| You ain' t even do shit, I' m the coach that' s coolest | |
| T ruler, sharp shooter, red ruga, not human | |
| Lex Luthor, super mutant, still bruising | |
| Steel chrome, still ruthless, translucent | |
| Probably the best to do this | |
| Hoe I ain' t gotta prove shit | |
| The proof' s in the bank bitch | |
| Do this shit for my kids' kids | |
| In the papadoce, you don' t even know what that is nigga | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks | |
| Verse | |
| Heath Ledger, pill poppin, no jokin | |
| Stanley Kubrick, eyes wide die opened | |
| So doctor, this ain' t Broadwayin | |
| Tom foolery, yall niggas horse playin | |
| Most hated cuz the crib most gated | |
| Most cars, a lot of broads, the most dated | |
| Your cars pass through expiration | |
| Second to none, no offense, none taken | |
| Stick up, I' m hijakin em back | |
| I' m the shit bubblewrap, get rap to rap | |
| Flow god, that is so hot | |
| Step on yo back bitch | |
| Now you hunchback and launch from the launchin pad | |
| Lougin at the pack | |
| TRaw the best rapper in there and I' m flexin 600 grand on my lap | |
| Instagram, take the pilot jet ready | |
| That' s an instant plane | |
| Fuck yall, niggas couch mane | |
| Actin ashamed, don' t be a slave | |
| Put yo check on the table | |
| By the end of the days paid hey hey | |
| Blake fair at the world fair, fuck hair | |
| When them near smell roast in the air | |
| Oh yea? Who that nigga with the big ass gat? | |
| That' s me with the big ass gat | |
| It' s a sabertooth | |
| Hater eat yo life in a big ass flash | |
| No puck on my plate, nigga still goin ham | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks |
| Intro | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks | |
| Verse | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks | |
| Put 10 gold chains on yo bitch | |
| Let er cry for me, that' s hooty and a blowfish | |
| She gon blow dick til she pop, how many legs? | |
| Blow this popsicle, stand quick | |
| Insane niggas, getting bent in a Bentley | |
| Hothead trigger nigga, don' t tempt me | |
| Make that ass shake like a Wendy' s frosty frost bit | |
| In the middle week, Jebediah | |
| I' m the great Alexander Empire | |
| Mix bubble gum, put shrimp on yo dinner | |
| Rocky Balboa, heart of a lion | |
| Tyga, not to be fucked with, tyrant | |
| On the highest level, top of mount Zion | |
| She said she never fucked me, but she' s lyin | |
| Team so strong, could' ve been the Minnesota Viking, fuck it! | |
| Two tears nigga in a bucket | |
| You don' t like me and bitch I love it | |
| Livin life reckless, gold bitch stay nugget | |
| Step on curry, got 30 in the luggage | |
| Fuck that bitch, she' ll never get a lover | |
| Timbuktu, reincarnated king Musa | |
| Talkin bout medusa, these niggas just losers | |
| You ain' t even do shit, I' m the coach that' s coolest | |
| T ruler, sharp shooter, red ruga, not human | |
| Lex Luthor, super mutant, still bruising | |
| Steel chrome, still ruthless, translucent | |
| Probably the best to do this | |
| Hoe I ain' t gotta prove shit | |
| The proof' s in the bank bitch | |
| Do this shit for my kids' kids | |
| In the papadoce, you don' t even know what that is nigga | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks | |
| Verse | |
| Heath Ledger, pill poppin, no jokin | |
| Stanley Kubrick, eyes wide die opened | |
| So doctor, this ain' t Broadwayin | |
| Tom foolery, yall niggas horse playin | |
| Most hated cuz the crib most gated | |
| Most cars, a lot of broads, the most dated | |
| Your cars pass through expiration | |
| Second to none, no offense, none taken | |
| Stick up, I' m hijakin em back | |
| I' m the shit bubblewrap, get rap to rap | |
| Flow god, that is so hot | |
| Step on yo back bitch | |
| Now you hunchback and launch from the launchin pad | |
| Lougin at the pack | |
| TRaw the best rapper in there and I' m flexin 600 grand on my lap | |
| Instagram, take the pilot jet ready | |
| That' s an instant plane | |
| Fuck yall, niggas couch mane | |
| Actin ashamed, don' t be a slave | |
| Put yo check on the table | |
| By the end of the days paid hey hey | |
| Blake fair at the world fair, fuck hair | |
| When them near smell roast in the air | |
| Oh yea? Who that nigga with the big ass gat? | |
| That' s me with the big ass gat | |
| It' s a sabertooth | |
| Hater eat yo life in a big ass flash | |
| No puck on my plate, nigga still goin ham | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks | |
| Word on the street I got gold bricks |
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