In 2006 he released his first mixtape, Young on Probation, and released his debut studio album, No Introduction, in 2008. He has since released a further mixtapes, with the latest being Well Done 3, released in the summer of 2012.
His single "Taste," released in 2018, is his best charting song so far.
Remeber Me
Tyga Lyrics
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Got that pussy on my mind
Later on, what are we doing?
I know you're ready, show that ass
Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin' your girlfriends
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
I be banging all on that beat
808, she got the bass when her booty shake
She got her friends with her and they a sight to see
All that ass, don't let it go to waste
All this Hennessy, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate
While I'm pushing Lamborghini's on the interstate
I long-dick her, I'ma go for hours
You minute-made like lemonade
I'm fresh as fuck in these Margielas
I skate past a nigga better than veterans
Bipolar cold, give me the medicine
My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison
When I pull it out, bitch nervous
Better ride this wave bitch, surf it
Girl, you better keep them legs open
Only thing you close is these curtains
And she only got time for a nigga if I take her out to eat
A nigga really gotta motivate
Man, that's too much work for the pussy
I don't work for the pussy, nigga really don't communicate
I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate
I'd rather keep my money in a safe
Bitch, I ain't got time to play
I need it now, not a minute late
Girl you know we got the time
Got that pussy on my mind
Later on, what are we doing?
I know you're ready, show that ass
Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
Girl I wanna kiss it (yeah, yeah), while you kissin your' girlfriends
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
Drive your head to a king, nigga
Dream's house, my dream's bigger
Got a deck of cards if my heart switch up
Ace of spades, her eyes lit up
Diamonds glitter in my car, thriller
She pray for me, that's God willing
I'm hard to break my boss prison
Her new name, Ass-Zilla
She love a nigga and that pussy tight
Come through, fuck you all night
Some foreplay, that's all right
But she rather do number 69
High notes, it's prime time
On a couch, hit it from behind
Hit you with that long stroke
Now she fiendin' for that good dope, yeah
That's my bae, she cook and clean, I got it made
Handcuff like she a slave, touch ya, let ya tongue taste
So high, no ceiling space
Numb to it, can't feel her face
Yeah, she numb to it, can't feel her face
(Girl, you know we) girl you know we got the time
Got that pussy on my mind
Later on, what are we doing?
I know you're ready, show that ass
Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
Girl I wanna kiss it (I wanna kiss it right there), while you kissin' your girlfriends
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory (I bet I)
(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
Blowing up my line on the cellular
She wanna lock a nigga down, on the regular
Talking crazy to me like she own the dick
But I don't trust her as far as I can throw the bitch
Mama told me to find a keeper
But I switch like designer sneakers
A girl with the finest features
Every nigga wanna talk to her
But I got her first, finders keepers
Violins in the back, is my theme music
Her ass on my mind, I dream booty
Any nigga tryna fuck my bitch
Then its off with his head, how kings do it
My rings ruby
Red bandana, I stay woopin'
Got too many cribs, I stay movin'
Three Lambos, I stay coupin'
Yeah, but you don't hear me though
Virginia to the Westside
Car foreign, the girl sit on the left side
Smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high
She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly
Helipads on the boat
Chilling in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco
But nothing compare to what's in my pants
Girl, stop playing
Girl you know we got the time
Got that pussy on my mind (we got the time)
Later on, what are we doing?
I know you're ready, show that ass
Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it (getting horny, babe)
Girl I wanna kiss it (I wanna lick, lick, lick, right there, right there)
While you kissin' your girlfriends (baby)
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
The lyrics to Tyga's song "Remember Me" are sexually explicit and misogynistic, featuring the rapper talking in great detail about his desire to have sex with multiple women. He starts by saying how he and the woman he's talking to have time to have sex, and then he describes how he has her on his mind. He goes on to speak about how he wants to have sex with her and her friends, and how he wants the memory of that encounter to last a long time. He then proceeds to describe in explicit detail how he will have sex with her.
He later talks about his material possessions, like Lamborghinis, cribs, and jewelry, as well as smoking weed on planes and hanging out in various cities in Europe. He boasts about his wealth and the lifestyle it affords him while still managing to be overtly explicit about the women he is with. The refrain of the song, "Girl, you know we got the time, got that pussy on my mind," reinforces the misogynistic tone of the lyrics, making it clear that the song is all about Tyga's sexual conquests.
The song's lyrics may be offensive to some, but they are also reflective of the type of music that is popular among many young people today. The lyrics focus heavily on sex, material possessions and a lavish lifestyle, which is in line with the hip-hop genre. However, one cannot deny that the lyrics of the song are not respectful towards women and are indeed misogynistic.
Line by Line Meaning
Girl you know we got the time
I have enough time to have sex with you
Got that pussy on my mind
I am thinking about having sex with you
Later on, what are we doing?
What are we going to do later? Have sex or something else?
I know you're ready, show that ass
I know you want to have sex, so show me your ass
Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
You look so good, you are turning me on just by watching you
Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin' your girlfriend
I want to kiss your vagina while you are kissing your girlfriend
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory (Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
I want to watch a lot of oral sex, and make a memorable experience
I be banging all on that beat
I am having sex vigorously
808, she got the bass when her booty shake
The sound of her shaking butt is like the thumping of a bass drum
She got her friends with her and they a sight to see
Her friends look good too; they are attractive
All that ass, don't let it go to waste
Don't waste your nice butt or waste the opportunity to have sex
All this Hennessy, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate
The alcohol is about to penetrate our bodies and we will feel its effects
While I'm pushing Lamborghini's on the interstate
While we are driving fast on the freeway
I long-dick her, I'ma go for hours
I am going to have sex with her for a long time
You minute-made like lemonade
You are quick or easy to have sex with, like a Minute Maid drink
I'm fresh as fuck in these Margielas
I look really good in these designer shoes
I skate past a nigga better than veterans
I am better than other men and I pass them easily
Bipolar cold, give me the medicine
I have a changeable mood, so I need medication
My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison
My necklace is very shiny, brighter than the light bulb invented by Thomas Edison
When I pull it out, bitch nervous
When I pull out my penis, women get nervous
Better ride this wave bitch, surf it
Enjoy this experience while it lasts
Girl, you better keep them legs open
Keep your legs open for sex
The only thing you close is these curtains
You only close the curtains of my room, not your legs
And she only got time for a nigga if I take her out to eat
She only wants to spend time with me if I take her out for a meal
A nigga really gotta motivate
I have to encourage her to want me
Man, that's too much work for the pussy
Too much effort for sex
I don't work for the pussy, nigga really don't communicate
I do not want to talk, or work hard, for sex
I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate
I prefer to have sex through oral stimulation
I'd rather keep my money in a safe
I prefer to save my money, instead of spending it on women
Bitch, I ain't got time to play
I do not have time to waste on games
I need it now, not a minute late
I want sex right now, not later
Drive your head to a king, nigga
Perform oral sex on a king (me)
Dream's house, my dream's bigger
I have bigger dreams than just owning my own house
Got a deck of cards if my heart switch up
I am prepared for betrayal or heartbreak
Ace of spades, her eyes lit up
She is impressed by my Ace of Spades card
Diamonds glitter in my car, thriller
My car has shiny diamonds; it is impressive
She pray for me, that's God willing
She prays for me, hoping God will grant her wishes
I'm hard to break my boss prison
I am too powerful to be confined to one place or relationship
Her new name, Ass-Zilla
I am giving her a new nickname because of her large butt
She love a nigga and that pussy tight
She loves me and her vagina is tight
Come thru, fuck you all night
Come to my place and have sex all night
Some foreplay, that's all right
Having some foreplay is okay
But she rather do number 69
She would prefer to have reciprocal oral sex
High notes, it's prime time
We are both enjoying sex
On a couch, hit it from behind
Having sex on a couch, with me behind her
Hit you with that long stroke
Thrusting my penis deep and hard
Now she fiendin' for that good dope, yeah
She is craving more sex with me
That's my bae, she cook and clean and I got it made
She is my girlfriend; she cooks and cleans for me, and I am happy with the arrangement
Handcuff like she a slave, touch ya, let ya tongue taste
She likes to be restrained; I touch her and let her taste me
So high, no ceiling space
We are both high on drugs, with no limit to how high we can go
Numb to it, can't feel her face
She is so high that she cannot feel her face
Yeah, she numb to it, can't feel her face
Repeating the previous line, emphasizing her state of mind
Blowing up my line on the cellular
She is constantly calling or texting me
She wanna lock a nigga down, on the regular
She wants to have a regular relationship with me
Talking crazy to me like she own the dick
She talks possessively about my penis
But I don't trust her as far as I can throw the bitch
I do not trust her at all
Momma told me to find a keeper
My mother wants me to find a long-term partner
But I switch like designer sneakers
I change partners often, like changing shoes
A girl with the finest features
I am looking for a girl who is physically attractive
Every nigga wanna talk to her
Every man wants to talk to her
But I got her first, finders keepers
I found her first, so she is mine
Violins in the back, is my theme music
My theme music has violins in the background
Her ass on my mind, I dream booty
I am constantly thinking about her butt, even in my dreams
Any nigga tryna fuck my bitch
Any man who tries to have sex with my girlfriend
Then its off with his head, how kings do it
I will punish him severely, like a king would do
My rings ruby
My rings have rubies in them
Red bandana, I stay woopin'
I wear a red bandana, representing a gang affiliation
Got too many cribs, I stay movin'
I have multiple houses and move around a lot
Three Lambos, I stay coupin'
I own three Lamborghinis and enjoy driving them
Yeah, but you don't hear me though
You are not paying attention to what I am saying
Virginia to the Westside
I travel from Virginia to the West Coast often
My car foreign, the girl sit on the left side
My car is from a foreign country, and the passenger seat is on the left
Smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high
Smoking weed on a plane is the best way to get high
She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly
She has to sign a document agreeing to certain terms before I allow her to travel with me
Helipads on the boat
There are helipads on my boat
Chilling in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco
Relaxing in the luxurious areas of the South of France
But nothing compare to what's in my pants
Nothing is more impressive than what I have in my pants
Girl, stop playing!
Stop playing with me and have sex with me
Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Cloud9
Written by: Anderson Hernandez, Jess Jackson, Matthew Samuels, Michael Stevenson, Allen Ritter, Christopher Brown
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@BaldHoe
The beginning is so beautiful, gives me chills every time I hear this song. And as usual, Chris' vocals are on point.
@Mrguuud
When
@_andressasza_
Same!!! π©β€οΈ
@Nile15rush_fj
such an underrated album. So many great tracks
@lorrainejohnson8756
Vinnie Bale true that
@angelcanales923
Vinnie Bale i been saying this
@toogiesims1991
I agree
@lawrencer908
Fax
@traykelly8822
This facts
@brandonjohnson8285
They flow so well together. Whenever they link up, greatness is the outcome