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Name Taken - Hold On For Your Dearest Life Lyrics

Master Suite by Tyga




Master Suite
[Verse 1]
Fire flow, let me fascinate
Put python seats, Jake the snake
I rock Bape, that bathin' grape
You fake the Bape, that's pump fake
I ball on turf, that's Chevy Chase
That's Caddyshack, don't be actin' shady
Lash out on the owner, nigga
Don't be harassin' my shorty, nigga
Borin' niggas, don't be borin', niggas
I'm the swag god in the holy temples
Spend 65k on my dental
Got the ripped denim, black card in 'em
3 car garage, black cars in 'em
Need more space to put the Rolls in it
Rollin' blunts for the f**k of it
I'm already high, I'm just talkin' sh*t
sh*t on niggas like an eagle do
Give that b**ch a break like an interlude
Bought a parachute, eatin' barracuda
I'm a barbarian rude nigga
With a ghetto gang and some pretty b**ches
Walk on Jimmy Kimmel with some real killers
Real niggas, Tommy Hilfiger
This tommy gun my real hitta
[Hook]
Young nigga chillin' in the master suite
Ask me where I used to sleep
In the car parked on the street
Ask me what I used to eat
McDonald's like twice a week
Now I get served in my master suite
Just watched my b**ch masturbate
sh*t's milk, and it's sweet, nigga
[Verse 2]
Niggas sweet, I'm the candyman
Here I go again, can't get rid of me
I'm on Sunset, now I'm overseas
Lost the Lambo key, I just ordered 3
Mickey Ds, played the 62
Red and yellow like Ronald do
I'm hard to break like a Rondo 2
Don't weigh a lot but I'll take your food
Face to face, she give me face
'Til her face's blue like hunnits, new
Spend 10K at Mr. Chows
My mama proud, these niggas bow
That's Tyga's style, you stole my style
You a hidden dragon, crouchin' tiger style
Jungle sh*t, my niggas wild
You a b**ch, thinkin' out loud
I'm gamblin', my diamonds loud
My Rollie face original
Look on your face like, nigga how
I came from nothin', had dreams of stuntin'
Never owned a Porsche, so yeah I want it
Just to say I had it, now you can have it
f**k y'all, I'm just livin' lavish
Rather die that nigga than to live average
[Hook](x2)
Young nigga chillin' in the master suite
Ask me where I used to sleep
In the car parked on the street
Ask me what I used to eat
McDonalds like twice a week
Now I get served in my master suite
Just watched my b**ch masturbate
sh*t's milk, and it's sweet, nigga
[Outro]
Real niggas in my family tree
Rich niggas in my family tree, nigga
Bad b**ches in my fantasies
That pussy good, and it's clean, nigga
sh*t's milk, and it's sweet
Me and my b**ch beauty and the beast
She a masterpiece
Young nigga chillin' in my master suite





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