95 like that, like that
95 like that, like that
Ninety-five…
[Verse 1: Tyga]
95 stylin', straight shots, gold medallion
Put your number on this paper promise I’mma dial it
Cute college chick, daddy was a doctor
Word through the grape vine she datin’ a rapper
Entertainer, Athelete she never after
So I entertain her late night with laughter
High, ten after midnight, it’s bedtime
You could say I stole her heart
I just call it bedtime
No rush, just relax your mind
You are now listenin’ to sounds of a better rhyme
Benz and driver, mosh pit in the lobby
Girls so horny, that’s my type of party
No ties, mob shit, suits and ties
Crap table, Vegas, vampire nights
I’d marry you tonight just to say we did it right
Waking up with regrets, roll over, she be like:
[Hook]
“Why you never call me back?”
Sometimes it just be like that
Can’t promise the world
But I can promise you half of that
Sometimes it just be like that
All the rumors you heard
I ain’t got no time for that
Shit, I ain’t got no time for that
And you ain’t gotta cry, dry your eyes
We gon’ get through that
Trust, we gon’ get through that
95 like that
95 like that, like that
Ninety-five…
[Verse 1: Tyga]
95 stylin', straight shots, gold medallion
Put your number on this paper promise I’mma dial it
Cute college chick, daddy was a doctor
Word through the grape vine she datin’ a rapper
Entertainer, Athelete she never after
So I entertain her late night with laughter
High, ten after midnight, it’s bedtime
You could say I stole her heart
I just call it bedtime
No rush, just relax your mind
You are now listenin’ to sounds of a better rhyme
Benz and driver, mosh pit in the lobby
Girls so horny, that’s my type of party
No ties, mob shit, suits and ties
Crap table, Vegas, vampire nights
I’d marry you tonight just to say we did it right
Waking up with regrets, roll over, she be like:
[Hook]
“Why you never call me back?”
Sometimes it just be like that
Can’t promise the world
But I can promise you half of that
Sometimes it just be like that
All the rumors you heard
I ain’t got no time for that
Shit, I ain’t got no time for that
And you ain’t gotta cry, dry your eyes
We gon’ get through that
Trust, we gon’ get through that
95 like that
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