TYLER THE CREATOR - Tamale lyrics
rate meThey say I've calmed down since the last album,
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound um?
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns,
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum,
Somebody said bands make her dance,
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb,
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick,
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam,
(Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture,
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger,
And while you're at it pass the lotion.
Fapping and Xbox live thats fun,
Before I come, I'll call your sister,
When she comes over, I take picture,
Instantly put it on Instagram
and suplex her off a building if i get banned.
Hook:
Tamale!
Tamale!
Tamale!
Tamale!
Why y'all so salty,
My tamale is on,
A can of beans bitch, im on,
Your boy is bad to the bone.
Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning,
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision,
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing,
Then he has to deal with me and my minions,
Tryin to get a bimmer, E46,
Have you heard 48, motherf*cka I'm great,
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves,
From cuts from the biebes, cause hes puffin the trees, please,
Fuck I look like? Got a new bike tire,
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke,
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls,
And I bust in her jaw like (F*ck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that pee from,
Bigger than a old B snapped on a..
When I turn that snare down,
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus,
Like you're going to jail now!
Hook:
Tamale!
Tamale!
Tamale!
Tamale!
Why y'all so salty,
My tamale is on,
A can of beams bitch im on,
Your boy is bad to the bone.
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a f*ck?
Bitch suck dick, motherf*ck you and your opinions,
(Can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir, with a lumpus
Sicker than the last bar balder on a ..
Colorado f*ck Michael bitch I'm badder than my B.O
Find me a lunch trying to dance girl kimo
before we reposes our strong unbonds and tuxedos.
Yeah Buddy, this is my jam, na na na na na na na
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, go f*ck you, na na na na na
Why y'all so salty,
Hot tamale is on,
A can of beans bitch im on,
Your boy is bad to the bone.
How many fags can a lightbulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes,
and tell the NRA i'm about to lose my shit
shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?
A little Jergins in my palm for the jerkin',
Hope my Mom don't catch me, tryna set mood,
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dryfit suits me,
Up and down, friction make a *squish* sound, shit's kind of disgusting,
Fap time and before I flatline,
Clancy chimes in my room and catch me,
This shit's so damn embarrassing like..
These lyrics were wrong till Steven V fixed what i could from memory. You all suck dick.
Thanks to YoungNigga for correcting these lyrics
Thanks to MuhFukinSt0rM for correcting these lyrics
