TYLER THE CREATOR

TYLER THE CREATOR - Jamba

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[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]

Papa ain't call even though he saw me on T.V, it's all good (Fuck You)

But now my balls, balls deep in this broads jaws, swallow girl, it's just nutt'

Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass

Yeah they heard I'm fuckin' nuts like the swag of a fag

Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin

Camp Floggnaw nigga you can tell by the badge

(Pass me my inhaler)

I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome

I'm animals, Noah's arking, often just rapping nonsense

Four stories in my home like "What the fuck's an apartment?"

Get shit popping like Peter's pores during puberty

And take bets on how quickly Tyler can reach maturity

Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience

Oh, you want a tip bitch, well here's my dick for gratiturity, bitch

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]

Shut em' Down!

Nigga Shut em' Down!

Shut em' Down!

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]

I tumble crush on hudgy sluts, give money up then nutty, but

Professor Nutty Buddy Clumpkin's petty when you touch his lunch

Like "What the fuck? I'm drunk as fuck," turn the fucking music up

So I can hear these stupid fucks, talk no walk, like you discussed

You talking too much, "Who the fuck are you to us, uterus?"

I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I don't begin moving up, I'm shooting up

You and her, crew on turf, new dessert

I can see the bitch in a nigga through his shirt

I can smell the ho in the bitch flocking 'round my crew to flirt

It's on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the movement first

Fuck a human nurse, I'm ill like [?], to infuse the birth

Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my lou

Get hip to the pew, you can drink piss and eat a dick in a few

The sickening view, a visual woose, I eat your ribs, I'm a wolf

Then meet your kids afterschool and give 'em drugs cause it's cool (Fucker)

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]

Shut em' Down!

Nigga Shut Him Down!

Shut em' Down!

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]

Hodgy, fuck this beat, nigga let's smoke weed

That shit I need, be the shit that's green, a little purple and pink

Get some swisher sweets, about three up, four more, then leave it be

I got a eigth I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape

I hate the grape I can taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes

You can smell us in places when we walk

And our clothing is always covered in flakes

Enough for two shake blunts and "What the fuck is this?"

I think this mary is laced, My heart is beating at paces

that Pacquiao can relate I'm fucking faded like gradient

Shit I'm stuck like the tape that's superglued

To the center of Kelly Price first waist.

It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, this shit is scary

The paranoia from this marijuana is very heavy, I'm lifted

Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel pass the sherm

Let's use this Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dibshit

[Domo Genesis]

C'mon my nigga you don't even smoke, you weak as fuck my nigga

You do not smoke, no tux my nigga, you're as weak as.. F- your butt my nigga...

Oh mark ass nigga, G- Oh my god bro, Here comes that weak ass nigga Samuel.

Thanks to Ace for correcting these lyrics

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