Cooper or Jews in Berlin, Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham Where the money grow, and get bodies burningĬuz I’m tryna hang like I’m Mr. They be duckin’ us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterlingīoy lets get a scrimmage, I’ll cut some niggas, I’ll bring the ClippersĪnd a couple owners, that’s kinda German, You bring the nooses, and a couple trees Ye we hittin’ models like Tony Parker be hittin’ bottlesīitch I’m goin’ harder than yellow cabby stoppin’ for Lionel, (Black ass nigga) Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda, Oh my goodness I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up, Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb, Middle finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y oneįuck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son, I’m starin’ at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump You gon’ find one, cuz nigga I’m a god, a divine one, Tune Got a four ten, of that same year I was born That’s that one nine nine one, ‘nother nigga like I Life is a broad and she give brain, That’s that road head, that’s a dream car Yeah, I’mma go hard like before Cain, Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne, (What up Slime, nigga go hard) This them golf boys, like them hot boys, For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000 I knock ’em down, domino effect, no pepperoni, I swear That’s Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies Hold your fuckin’ ponies my homie, I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney’s I been workin’ while y’all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips, Fuckin’ losers Like I’m better at an auction been exhausted Two, Three, Four, Hold your fuckin’ horses, Niggas really fuckin’ thought that T lost it I’m watchin’ Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room, Damn He said “I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard”įor your boy, I’m tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin’ God I studied the proportions, emotions runnin’ out of Autobahn
#SMUCKERS TYLER THE CREATOR FULL#
Oxford want a full blown lecture from meĪnd the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I’d hopped out, wassupĮrg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg’ll be stuck, Hold up I mean you can even dress extra bummy, Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runnyĪnd I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me It’s funny when you get extra money, Every joke you tell just be extra funny
#SMUCKERS TYLER THE CREATOR FREE#
I am the free nigga archetype, I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon I know they told their white daughters don’t bring home Jerome ”Yeah my nigga”, it’s on, its on, its on, its on I dream’t of 2Pac, he asked me “are you still down?” I believe you like a fat trainer takin’ a bite or somethin’ I made a million mistakes, but I’m successful in spite of em You can’t Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin’ to me They say I’m crazy but that’s the best thing going for me
Nobody can tell me where I’m headin’īut I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding Richer than white people with black kids, Scarier than black people with ideas Why, why, why?, Why don’t they like me?Ĭause Nike gave lot of niggas checks, But I’m the only nigga ever to check Nike When we ate its the steaks, now our section is greatĬause that’s the level I’m at, my niggas pass em a plate, Ye! Mom I made you a promise, it’s no more section 8 Put that fuckin’ cow on my level, cause I’m raisin’ the stakes We ain’t lyin’, we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
I clearly don’t give a fuck, say you could run that shit backĪnd fuck your loud pack, and fuck your SnapchatĬherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin’ album since the days of soundĪnd that shit gon’ pop just like that nigga that was never ’roundĭamn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust, Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demonĪnd a terrorist, God dammit I couldn’t believe itīan a kid from the country, I never fall, never timberīut you fucked up as a parent, your child idol’s a nigger Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin’ with me
Said I suck him at your neck, Like a hickey, boy I’m sicky They say I’m nutty, picnic basket, Not short of a sandwichĪ peanut butter, Boyce Watkin’s a faggot, Please come and get me Money, money, money, money, money ain’t the motive, What’s your name again? Nobody knows itĭon’t speak to me nigga, you not important, I’m focused I’m tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga For your boy, I’m watchin’ Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
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