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tyler, the creator - jack and the beanstalk [v2] كلمات أغنية

[intro]
boogie!

[verse 1: tyler, the creator]
odd future, i’m your motherf_cking sergeant
n_gga, i’m in charge, i f_ck with freshjive
’cause i get it, no charge
and bbc for the low price, no barging, n_gga that’s a bargain
cow_print t_shirt like motherf_cking dog
on the motherf_cking farm with c_ckadoodle doodles
i’m making straight b_tches p_ssy wet just like a noodle
and my d_ck must be dog food to these b_tches’ poodles
felines on the free time, i’m tossing b_tches’ salads
and i’m eating up they croutons, erica to milan
we was flying to milan, was supposed to go to bangkok
until she figured out that she don’t really like to bang c_ck
to soho, baby milo so dope
the cocaine flow, n_ggas spit heat, propane
n_ggas get the picture, i see, why?
they don’t paint pictures, they just trace me

[hook: tyler, the creator & jay_z]
my n_gga, no hook, and
they don’t, paint pictures—
my n_gga, no hook, and
they don’t, paint pictures—
my n_gga, no hook
they don’t, paint pictures—
my n_gga, no hook
they don’t, paint pictures—
no hook
they don’t, paint pictures—
f_ck a hook, man
they don’t, paint pictures—
f_ck a hook
they don’t, paint pictures, they just, trace me
[verse 2: tyler, the creator]
yo, beside me, n0body likes me
mainly because i am not a f_cking hypebeast
i think supreme suck, we nollie all our nikes
i can wear some wranglers, with a f_cking white t
doo_rags to match, and i do sag, in fact
my hat is in tact with the fubu pull over
n_gga, you pull over, f_ck a rover range
and i’m driving a unicorn, plus my b_tch is strange
and i’m the only f_cking rapper without a chain
with a four_finger ring like i can’t spell my f_cking name
and i go to obama rallies screaming out “mccain”
them ignorant, thrashing motherf_ckers is my gang
and the dirty ladera, i can’t forget where i came from
n_gga, you don’t claim none, from, i am the teacher
white and black b_tch like she’s a motherf_cking zebra
candies in my pocket, i see you n_ggas on easter

[verse 3: tyler, the creator]
(gold) synthesizer, i’m the mothaf_cking master
(it’s gold) n_gga, i’m a b_st_rd, i f_ck with chord keys
(gold) ’cause the sound lasts longer, bass drum is longer
(it’s gold) than a hi_hat made of plastic, n_gga, sound is elastic
(gold) n_gga, you can’t bite this, unless you want to bite back
(it’s gold) i didn’t take my f_cking rit’lin, this is a hype track
(gold) hypetrak, that synth, n_gga this is sax sh_t
i had you motherf_ckers eating salad like a fat b_tch

- tyler the creator

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