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Jamba (Feat. Hodgy Beats)
Tyler, The Creator
Papa ain’t call even though he saw me on TV
It’s all good (Fuck you)
But now my balls, balls deep
In this broads jaws, swallow girl, it’s just nut
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
G, pass me my inhaler
I’m sick of hacking and coughing
I’m often this fucking awesome
I’m animals, Noah’s arking
Often is 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
Shut him down
You gotta shut him down
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 will like to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the channel 10 news
My only motive is to skip to my lou
Get hit to the pube, 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 after school and give ‘em drugs cause it’s cool
Fucker
Shut him down
You gotta shut him down
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 eight 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 of touché 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
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 filly as a dipstick for this bath salt you dipshit
compositores: Tyler Okonma, Gerard Long
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It’s all good (Fuck you)
But now my balls, balls deep
In this broads jaws, swallow girl, it’s just nut
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
G, pass me my inhaler
I’m sick of hacking and coughing
I’m often this fucking awesome
I’m animals, Noah’s arking
Often is 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
Shut him down
You gotta shut him down
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 will like to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the channel 10 news
My only motive is to skip to my lou
Get hit to the pube, 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 after school and give ‘em drugs cause it’s cool
Fucker
Shut him down
You gotta shut him down
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 eight 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 of touché 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
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 filly as a dipstick for this bath salt you dipshit
compositores: Tyler Okonma, Gerard Long
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Compartilhe com seus amigos.
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