Tyga - Hookah Feat. Young Thug

 

Lyrics to Hookah Feat. Young Thug by Tyga

 [Hook: Young Thug] Baby pass me the hookah (x3) Aye, baby just pass me the hoo-kah cause [Verse 1: Young Thug] Tearing up the place I'm a rich n-gga got chanel on my waist Run up on me playin I'mma aim it at ya face And that go for anybody... anyway, aye I'm a rich blood by the way And I'm having swag, Rollie old like a tape Fish scale, yeah I got these bitches on the bait Don't wanna talk, man I said I need some space Woop woop woop my new car geeked up I just paid a cop, now I'm running out of court Panoramic top, I'mma put it on the rocks Crawl, walk and hop, got all these bitches shocked, ayee Stone molly whiter than my socks I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout guap Clowning, clowning yall n-ggas I see you flop I buy pints by the 2 no Pac [Hook: Young Thug] Baby pass me the hookah (x3) Aye, baby just pass me the hoo-kah cause Baby pass me the hookah, ayee Baby pass me the hookah, ayee Baby pass me the hookah Pass me the hookah Pass the hookah (x2) [Verse 2: Tyga] Rubbin on my chain blowing cloudmatic Smoke something with a G and bend that ass backwards Lay back relax and talk mathematics Later on we test a little sex practice Write my name on the wall Money in the mattress bet she wanna get involved She hopped on the blunt said 'Where the hookah y'all?' I tell her pass back if the shit too strong It's all set; Mozart art on the blog so wet I got her where I want her and I ain't done yet Looking at your future baby put down the cigarette Come hop on this kush jet and take flight Tell them bitches 'mmm f-ck that' You wanna lay in bed I got a magic carpet for that ass yes I'm also on one, got two Olsen's on me Big homie, Young Thugger Thugger rolling Rolls Royce so shorty [Hook] [Verse 3: Tyga] Ben Frank baddies in the Benz waggin' You know she want a ride home hop on the band wagon I got the chain saggy, you know that life lavish Lifestyles like this gon' need magnums Pass baby, welcome to rich class baby You all Maybelline, with ya new Celine Audemars on lean, cars on sheen You white girl but black girl ghetto fly ting It's verified, they ain't on your sea level Watered eyes don't cry inhale and breathe regular My baby on it, high at the crack of dawn and Baby shape, figure 8 like Picasso draw ya Oh yes I'm winnin', bling kingin', ring blingin' Like like for no reason, let's get closer, closed in Remove your clothes we close friends Don't get choked smoking OG Oakland Shout out Oakland [Hook]