Lyrics of 'Taste (feat. Offset)' by Tyga

D.A.
Hah (yeah, yeah)

Slide on it pimp game with my pinky ring
Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain
Why you claim that you rich? That's a false claim
I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim

Whole lotta styles, can't even pronounce the name
You ain't got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be rockin' it like it's fresh out the pan
Only when I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman

Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift a hand
Three million cash, call me Rain Man
Money like a shower, that's my rain dance
And we all in black, like it's Gangland

Say the wrong words, you be hangman
Watch me stick to your bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. What-Kind-of-Car-He-In?
And the city love my name, nigga, I ain't gotta say it

(Taste, taste) she can get a taste
(Taste, taste) she can get a taste
(Taste, taste) fuck what a nigga 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 the taste?
Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't like me

Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna fight me
Nigga, get your ass checked like a fuckin' Nike
Me not icy, that's unlikely
And she gon' suck me like a fuckin' Hi-C

Ah, chains on the neck for the whole team
And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream
And my bitch want the Fenty, not the Maybelline
I'm the black JB, the way these bitches scream

Make these bitches scream
Ah, pretty little thing
Like my nigga A.E
Say: Yadadadamean

(Taste, taste) she can get a taste
(Taste, taste) she can get a taste
(Taste, taste) fuck what a nigga say
It's all the same like Mary-Kate
(Taste, taste) she can get a taste
(Taste, taste) let you get a taste
(Yes, yes) do you love the taste?
Yeah, that's cool
(Offset!)

Yeah, I'ma put the drip on the plate, yeah (drip, drip)
Diamond ice glacier, niggas imitate (ice, ice)
Ayy, ayy, feed me grapes, Maybach with the drake (grapes)
Slow pace in the Wraith, got this shit from bae
Diamonds up to par, the cookie hittin' hard (hard)
The 'Rari sit in park (park), on addy on Mars (Mars)
Shotgun shells, we gon' always hit the target
Popcorn, big shell poppin' out the cartridge (pop it)
3400 Nawfside, Charles Barkley (Nawf)
4-8-8, Ferrari
Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley (ride)
She wanna keep me company and never wan' depart me, depart me (no)
Yeah, fishtail in the parking lot
I don't kick it with these niggas 'cause they talk about ya (yeah)
Yeah, and I got the fire, don't make me spark it out ya (fire)
Yeah, keep it in my back pocket like it's a wallet (who?)
Like the way she suck it, suck it like a Jolly
Stack it up and put it with the whole project (racks)
And she got that Patek on water moccasin (Patek)
I'm rich in real life, I get that profit, copy? (Hey)

(Taste, taste) she can get a taste
(Taste, taste) let you get a taste
(Taste, taste) do you love the taste?
Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't like me

(Taste, taste) L.A. you can get a taste
(Taste, taste) Miami, you can get a taste
(Taste, taste) Oakland, you can get a taste
(Taste, taste) New York, do you love the taste?
(Taste, taste) Chi-Town, you can get a taste
(Taste, taste) Houston, you can get a taste
(Taste, taste) ayy, Portland, you can 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 the taste?
(Taste, taste) worldwide, they gon' get a taste

(Yeah, yeah)