Well, let me tell ya somethin’ about this “Tyga Bubble But” thing. I heard all the young folks talkin’ about it, and it got me curious, you see? This Tyga fella, he’s a big shot, I reckon. Makes that music, the hippity-hop. And this “bubble but” thing, it’s all the rage, like them hula hoops back in my day. Tyga, that’s the name. And that “Juicy” song, well I hear that one a lot, too.
I hear ’em sayin’ “Juicy, juicy, juicy” all the time. What’s that about, anyway? Sounds like they’re talkin’ about a ripe peach, or maybe some watermelon on a hot day. I heard him in a song with some girl, she be called Doja Cat. Now that’s a name, ain’t it? This Tyga, he’s got all the girls after him. And the boys want to be him, is what I see.
This bubble but thing. They sayin’ it’s about the girls, and their, well, their backsides. Big and round, like a bubble. That’s what they like now. Back in my day, we didn’t have none of that. We had, well, never you mind what we had. But this Tyga, he sure likes to sing about it. That song “Juicy,” it’s about the bubble but, I’m tellin’ ya.
And this Tyga, he got all those fancy cars, too. Benz, they call ’em. And Bentleys. Big ol’ things. Drive fast, I bet. He’s livin’ the high life, that one. Probably got more money than he knows what to do with. And these young girls love it, oh, they just eat it up like sweet apple pie.
- He got that song “Juicy,” that’s a big one.
- Then there’s that “Sip It” song, with Iggy somebody.
- He be talkin’ about big bubble buts.
- He’s got them fast cars, Benz and Bentley.
- All the girls love him.
He says he does it for the “streets”. What’s that mean? Is he cleanin’ ’em? He also be talkin’ about being a big boss. Maybe he’s got a lot of people workin’ for him. Hard to say. But this “bubble but” thing, it’s all tied up with him, that Tyga. That’s what I’m tryin’ to tell ya. He’s makin’ a lot of noise, this fella.
Now, I heard him say something about being a “crazy individual”. He sure is different, ain’t he? And he doesn’t like to do the “minimum.” Whatever that means. I reckon he always wants to do more. That’s good, I suppose. He’s got a lot of drive, this Tyga. Like an old mule, but faster, I guess. I hear the word “Tyga bubble but” a lot, and I think people mean big booties.
He talks about girls, and their, uh, assets. And how he likes ’em. And how they like him. It’s all a bit much for me, if you ask me. But the young folks, they love it. They just lap it up like a cat with a bowl of cream. They say he’s got it “on smash,” whatever that means. Sounds violent. But I guess it’s a good thing in this hippity-hop world. This “Tyga bubble but” is a big deal, I’m beginning to understand.
I reckon this Tyga, he’s here to stay. He’s made his mark. Like a branding iron on a cow. And this “bubble but” thing, well, it ain’t goin’ nowhere neither. It’s like them bell bottoms. They came, they went, and they came back again. Everything old is new again, that’s what they say. Except for me. I’m just old.
So, there you have it. That’s what this old lady thinks about this “Tyga bubble but” business. It’s a lot of fuss about somethin’ that’s always been around, if you ask me. But what do I know? I’m just a simple person, livin’ a simple life. But I hear things. And I see things. And I’m tellin’ you, this Tyga, he’s somethin’ else. And that “Juicy” song, it’s gonna be stuck in my head all day now. “Juicy, juicy, juicy…” Lord help me. Maybe I’ll go eat a peach.
