Taste

D.A
|Fm |Fm |Cm |Cm

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Fm
Slide on a pimp game with my pinky 
rang
Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy
 chain
Cm
Why you claim that you rich? That's 
a false claim
I be straight to the whip, no 
baggage claim
Fm
Whole lotta styles, can't even 
pronounce the name
You don't even got no style, see you
 on my Instagram
Cm
I be rockin' it like it's fresh out 
the pan
Only when I'm takin' pics, I'm the 
middleman
Fm
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just 
lift the hand
3 million cash, call me rain man
Cm
Money like a shower, that's my rain 
dance
And we all in black, like it's 
gangland
Fm
Say the wrong word, you be hangman
Watch me stick to your bitch like a 
spray tan
Cm
Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car You In?'
In the city love my name, nigga I 
ain't gotta say it

[Chorus: Tyga]
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
It's all the same, like Mary-Kate
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah that's cool but he ain't like 
me

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Fm
Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna 
fight me
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Nigga get yo ass checked like a 
fuckin' Nike
Cm
Me not icey, that's unlikely
And she gon' suck me like a fuckin' 
Hi-C
Fm
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole
 team
And I feel like Gucci with the ice 
cream
Cm
And my bitch want the Fenty, not the
 Maybelline
I'm the black JB the way these 
bitches scream
Fm
Make these bitches scream
Pretty little thing
Cm
Like my nigga A.E, say, yadadamean

[Chorus: Tyga]
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say
It's all the same, like Mary-Kate
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah that's cool

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Offset)
Fm
Yeah, I'ma put the drip on the plate
 (drip, drip)
Diamond ice-glazed, niggas imitate 
(ice, ice)
Cm
Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach with
 the drac' (grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith, got this 
shit from bae
Fm
Diamonds up to par, the cookie 
hittin' hard (hard)
The Rari sit in park, I'm at it, on 
Mars (Mars)
Cm
Shotgun shells, we gon' always hit 
the target (blaow)
Popcorn bitch shell poppin' out the 
cartridge (pop it)
Fm
3400 Nawfside, Charles Barkley
4-8-8, Ferrari
Cm
Make her get on top of me and ride 
me like a Harley
She wanna keep me company and never 
want depart me (no)
Fm
(Depart me) Yeah, fishtail in the 
parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I don't kick it with these niggas 
'cause they talk about cha
Cm
And I got the fire, don't make me 
spark it out cha
Keep it in my back pocket like it's 
a wallet
Fm
Like the way she suck it, suck it 
like a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it with the 
whole project (racks)
Cm
And she got the Patek on water 
moccasin
I'm rich in real life, I get that 
profit, copy

[Chorus: Tyga]
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't like
 me

[Outro: Tyga]
Fm
Taste, taste, A  you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Miami you can get a 
taste
Cm
Taste, taste, Oakland you can get a 
taste
Taste, taste, New York do you love 
the taste?
Fm
Taste, taste, Chi-Town you can get a
 taste
Taste, taste, Houston you can get a 
taste
Cm
Taste, taste, Portland you can get a
 taste
Taste, taste, overseas let them 
bitches taste
Fm
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Cm
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Taste, taste, worldwide they gon' 
get a taste