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Tyga- Well Done 2 Lyrics

Tyga continues what he started with his "Well Done" mixtape, releasing a sequel mixtape titled "Well Done 2" via Young Money... now part one was really good, so everyone's holding their breath until the official release in hope that the Tyga will have the same success with this one. Curiously, the last time he released a part 2, "Black Thoughts 2" things didn't go so well, anyhow, the lead single, and the track that gave the name to the mixtape is "Well Done 2" a brand new song released by Tyga.

Tyga- Well Done 2 Lyrics

Well, Well done! Well, Well Done! Well, Well Done!
Finish Him!
Well, Well done! Well, Well Done! Well, Well Done!
Finish Him!

Treat my dick like a dog bitch fetch
I put it down your throat then I buss it on your neck
T-killer i’ma mess homer simpson in the flesh
Yeah I’m doper then syringe f-ck yo bitch and all her friends
Make amends for all my sins I ain’t trippin on a bitch
I’m a bull give me wings too many tats on my skin
You know my rank nigga if you speakin’ come proper
Hit you with a shot like boom shaka laka
Knock your ass to your feet like too much vodka
I’m hotter than a 2 dollar pistol from a Rasta
Yeah they call me Tyga with a heart of Mufassa
Nigga I ain’t lyin, hard to find like a fossil
I’ll be outta here king shit like Cairo
Asian nigga kick you in the face tai bo
I’m rising with the heat on these niggas like pyro
I’m just freestylin a nigga young and wildin’
Lord I done suffered thru too many years
And we done shed so so many tears
Lost many peers no memories
Just misery killing all my enemies
F-ck her til she can’t see f-ck until we can’t breath
Knock knock who there, dez nuts in your face
Bitch I’m eatin get a plate
All my niggas do the same most my homies hoover gang
Uh Larry Hoover, Lawrence Taylor, giant glocks
Patch your eye like a raider
Too many bitches call it p-ssy mania
Niggas tryna ball, swag, I don’t do favors
Pac shit middle finger, finger f-ck who ever hating
I’m the shit ya’ll niggas constipated
F-ck yo bitch its easy even to a caveman
I’m good, make it, make it rain til the roof cave in
85 laker, high rise, purple lasers
Marc Jacobs famous like the morning laser
No patients leave her in the lobby waiting
Vacation nigga I ain’t talking Vegas