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tyler, the creator - smuckers [dj drama time mix] lyrics

[tyler, the creator:]
for your boy
i’m watching freaks and geeks with the trampoline on the floor
i’m tryna cop the new mclaren with the vertical doors
n_gga

money, money, money, money, money ain’t the motive
what’s your name again? n0body knows it
don’t speak to me, n_gga, you not important
i’m focused (two, three, four)
bring in the h_rns
[tyler, the creator & kanye west:]
they say i’m nutty, i’m picnic basket
i’m short of a sandwich, i’m peanut b_tter
boyce watkins a f_ggot, please come and get me (two, three, four)
said i suckin’ at your neck, like a hickey, boy, i’m sicky (two, three, four)
like a hiv victim, ain’t n0body f_ckin’ with me
i got i got i got

[tyler, the creator & dj drama:]
next time i fall in love with anyone
i’m taking that pistol to they head and forcing them to be
(this here for the sun seekers)
with me and if they say no i’m taking that
(welcome to the disco)
belt and tying it to the wrists and ankles to the walls
(laughs)
so then he will not fall and i’ll have her forever
eat cheddar n_gga

[tyler, the creator:]
i got banned from new zealand, why they called me a demon (yeah)
and a terrorist? godd_mn it, i couldn’t believe it
ban a kid from a country, i never fall, never timber (two, three, four)
but you f_cked up as a parent, your child idol’s a n_gga
i clearly don’t give a f_ck, so you could run that sh_t back
and f_ck your loud pack, and f_ck your snapchat (man…)
cherry bomb the greatest f_ckin’ album since the days of sound (two, three, four)
and that sh_t gon’ pop just like that n_gga that was never ’round
d_mn, ’bout to drop, gas ’em up, thick exhaust (woo)
young t, came quick, hard to beat, d_ck is soft
we ain’t lyin’, we the truth, call him simba, beats his hooves (two, three, four)
tyler, the creator sweatin’ jesus juice
put that f_ckin’ cow on my level, ’cause i’m raising the stakes (why, oh, why don’t they like me? they don’t like me, oh)
mom, i made you a promise, it’s no more section 8
and when we ate, it was the steaks, now our section is great (why, why, why, why, why, why, why, don’t they like me?)
’cause that’s the level i’m at, my n_gga, pass ’em a plate
‘ye!
[kanye west:]
why, oh why, why, why don’t they like me? (two, three, four)
’cause nike gave a lot of n_ggas checks (two, three, four)
but i’m the only n_gga to ever check nike

[kanye west & tyler, the creator:]
richer than white people with black kids
scarier than black people with ideas (two, three, four)
n0body can tell me where i’m headin’ (two, three, four)
but i feel like michael jordan, scottie pippen at my weddin’ (yeah)
they say i’m crazy, but that’s the best thing goin’ for me
you can’t lynch marshawn if tom brady throwin’ to me (two, three, four)
i made a million mistakes, but i’m successful in spite of ’em (two, three, four)
i believe you like a fat trainer taking a bite of somethin’
i wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
i dreamt of 2pac, he asked me “are you still down?” yeah, my n_gga (two, three, four)
it’s on, it’s on, it’s on, it’s on (two, three, four)
i know they told they white daughters, “don’t bring home jerome”
i am the free n_gga archetype (woo)
i am the light and the beacon; you can ask the deacon (ask the deacon)
it’s funny, when you get extra money (two, three, four)
every joke you tell just be extra funny (yeah, yeah)
i mean, you can even dress extra bummy
cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny (two, three, four)
and i gave you all i got, you still want extra from me (woo) (two, three, four)
oxford want a full_blown lecture from me
and the lexus pull up, errr, like hop, i hopped out, like wassup?
err_err_err, step back, hold up, my n_gga, you suck
hold up (skrrt!)
i studied the proportions
emotions runnin’ at a autobahn speed_level (two, three, four)
had a drink with fear, and i was textin’ god (two, three, four)
he said, “i gave you a big d_ck, so go extra hard”, uh (woo)
[tyler, the creator:]
for your boy
i’m tryna cop the new mclaren with the vertical doors
i’m watchin’ freak and geeks, got a trampoline in my room
d_mn (two, three, four)

[part ii]

[dj drama:]
dramatime!

[tyler, the creator & lil wayne:]
hold your f_ckin’ horses
n_ggas really f_ckin’ thought that t lost it
like i bet it at a auction
been exhausted, i been workin’
while y’all silly bros smoke like broken exhaust tips
f_ckin’ losers
hold your f_ckin’ ponies, my homie
i’ll whip your donkey by my lonely, i eat p_ssy like shoney’s, yeah
it’s tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
i knock ’em down, domino effect, no pepperoni, i swear(yeah)
it’s them golf boys, like them hot boys (yeah)
for the nine_nine and two_thousand
but it’s the two_thou’ and (yeah)
the one_four and the one_five, yo, what up, wayne?
what up, slime? n_gga, go hard
yeah, i’ma go hard like before came
got too much drive, need like ten lanes
life is a broad, and she give brain
that’s that road head (yeah), that’s a dream car
got a full tank of that same year i was born
that’s that one_nine_nine_one
‘nother n_gga like i, you won’t find one
’cause, n_gga, i’m a god, a divine one; tune! (two, three, four)
my trigger finger wise, but my 9 dumb (yeah)
middle finger blind, so it’s f_ck a_n_y_one (um)
f_ck, skate, and die son, a hundred ways to die, son
i’m starin’ at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
use adderall like alarm clocks, wake my high up
stakes are high, well done, and prime cut; eat up
i stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
she got hair like sheneneh, and eyes like wanda
oh my goodness
wayne, them b_tches ugly
these n_ggas colder than tommy buddy
ye, we hittin’ models like tony parker be hittin’ bottles
b_tch, i’m goin’ harder than yellow cabbies stoppin’ for lionel (black ass n_gga)
they be duckin’ us n_ggas, shout out to donald sterling (two, three, four)
boy, let’s get a scrimmage
and cut some n_ggas, i’ll bring the clippers
and a couple owners that’s kinda german
you bring the nooses
and a couple trees, where the money grow
and get bodies burnin’
’cause i’m tryna hang like i’m mr. cooper or jews in berlin
or some n_ggas from alabama, birmingham
my new music’s all over the street like erick sermon was
f_ck us, maybe we should team up
anti_golf boys ’cause i don’t f_ck with me either
i’m a liar, i’m a f_ggot, ugh! son, you need jesus
but i heard he left sunset to go on tour with yeezus (that’s too harsh)
well, i’m prayin’ for the new yeezys
and you p_ssies prayin’ that we squash the beef like zucchini
i know, it ain’t gain, nor fame, nor tame
or lame, nor strange, nah, f_ggot, it’s golf w_ng

- tyler the creator lyrics

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