What They Want
Tyga Lyrics

These niggas mad, they mugging me
These men are angry and staring at me

I like my pussy bald, Mr. Clean
I prefer hairless genitals

She started waxing, my dick relaxing
She began waxing, and it relaxed me

I make her bed rock, call me the mattress king
I have sex so well, that I'm like a king of the bed

She got a sick body, I'm like her vaccine
She has a great figure, like a vaccine for me

Come to think about it, Vitamin D
Vitamin D, when thought of, refers to sex

Her ass up out them jeans, but keep your heels on
She takes off her jeans, but keeps her heels on

The bedroom, yeah that’s the kill zone
The bedroom is the place where sex happens

It's Young Money baby and it's CBE
It’s the record label Young Money and CBE

Let my name spell it out CMB
My name spells out CMB

Haters don't bother me, blogs swallow these
I don't care about haters; bloggers talk about me

Oops, now watch that be on TMZ
I hope this doesn't end up on TMZ

Breezy bitch you know it's me, your girl wetter than Poland Springs
Hey bitch, you know it's me, and your girlfriend is very aroused

So I go deeper under water, submarine
I go deeper during sex, like a submarine

Now let me dive-in, head first
Let me get into the sex, head first

Yeah I'm a nice guy, but I'm a grown motherfucker
I'm a grown man, and nice or not, I swear

Hot damn ho, yeah I'm going in
I'm starting things off hot

Pussy poppers want me to eat it, then sister get it trim
People want me to perform oral sex, then have a trim piece of hair left

Show me tits, grown men, I don't fool around with kids
Show me your breasts, but only if you're grown-up

Rob Kelly, tell her piss me up 100 bid
Rob Kelly, tell her to put up 100 dollars for me to urinate

Cash Money in this bitch, Young Money in your bizz
Cash Money is here, Young Money is in your business

Fuck around with that label, yellow labels on your ribs
Don't mess with that record label, or you'll be wearing yellow labels on your ribs

That's the shit them niggas get, homie, bitches bend they ribs
That's the cool stuff those men get, and women are dropping to their knees

One time for the shottas, black hogs on them choppers, bitch
Let's give a shout out to the gangsters, with their guns and motorcycles

Shit sound sick, water flow drowned bitch
This sounds so good, it's like drowning in pleasure

Oh you smoke that seed a lot, my niggas on pounds bitch
You smoke low-quality marijuana, while my friends have a lot of high-quality marijuana

We don't hit the club a lot, we be in them lounges
We don't go to clubs often, we prefer lounges

With them girls 5'10" front cover Vogue shit, bitch
With those model-like girls, who look like they should be on the cover of Vogue magazine

I'm what they want, I'm what they want
I am what people desire

Come here let me show you, do it how I'm supposed to, nigga
Come over here, and I'll show you how it's done

All of these bitches in the party, these niggas fuck with me
All of these women at the party are attracted to me, and these men associate with me

But I don't fuck with nobody
But I don't associate with anybody

I pull up in the back bitches waiting in the lobby
I arrive behind the building, where women are waiting for me