เนื้อเพลง Aye B*tch - Tyga

Ayye b*tch, T-Raww
Bad b*tch, f*ck her better with the lights on
Me go psycho in the p*ssy she don't mind at all
Me high off a molly, now I tell her f*ck Big Sean
Psycho might go, n*ggas don't like no
N*gga getting money, want me dead like Castro
Jump her on my lap, then go yonkers to my odd flow
Top flow, telescope, watch her and die slow
(Fire flow) animal, cookie eat a rookie, I'm Geronimo
The diabolical, carnival
Eat the sh*t now I got holla toast
Halitosis I'm dopest nicca you ain't know this
Drop 150 on the yacht
Master, I'm a massacre, let the ice kill the watch
F*cking two b*tches while my other b*tch watch
My conceited b*tch in London, she speaks so posh
N*gga is that Ti-na, n*gga is that vo-ha
She f*cked the whole crew, now the hoes wo-la
These days, too many lies, too many rhymes
Cashing out getting mine motherf*cka, then I'm out
W-W-Well Done