SMUCKERS (Explicit) - Tyler, The Creator/Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)/Kanye West For your boy I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors ni**a
Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive What's your name again nobody knows it Don't speak to me ni**a, you not important I'm focused
They say I'm nutty, a picnic basket I'm short of a sandwich A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot Please come and get me Said I suck him at your neck Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky Like a HIV victim, man nobody f**kin' with me I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe it Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber But you f**ked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger I clearly don't give a f**k, say you could run that sh*t back And f**k your loud pack, and f**k your Snapchat Cherry Bomb, the greatest f**kin' album since the days of sound And that sh*t gon' pop just like that ni**a that was never 'round Damn, 'bout to drop, gas 'em up, thick exhaust Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice Put that f**kin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8 When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass 'em a plate 'Ye Why, why, why? Why don't they like me?
Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks But I'm the only ni**a to ever check Nike
Richer than white people with black kids Scarier than black people with ideas Nobody can tell me where I'm headin' But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me You can't lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin' I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked me are you still down Yeah my ni**a, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome I am the free ni**a archetype I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon It's funny when you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be extra funny I mean you can even dress extra bummy Coc*ine, bathroom break, nose extra runny And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me Oxford want a full blown lecture from me And the Lexus pull up, err like hop, I hopped out, like wassup Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck, hold up
I studied the proportions Emotions runnin' at an Autobahn speed level Had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God He said I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard
For your boy I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room Damn
Two, three, four Hold your f**kin' horses Niggas really f**kin' thought that T lost it Like I bet it at an auction been exhausted I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips F**kin' losers
Hold your f**kin' ponies my homie I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat p**sy like Shoney's That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni I swear This them golf boys, like them hot boys For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but it's the two-thou When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne What up Slime, ni**a go hard Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain Got too much drive, need like ten lanes Life is a broad and she give brain That's that road head, that's a dream car Got a four ten, of that same year I was born That's that one nine nine one, 'nother ni**a like I You won't find one, cuz ni**a I'm a god, a divine one, Tune My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb Middle finger blind so it's f**k A-N-Y one F**k, 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 Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wanda Oh my goodness Wayne them b**ches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles B**ch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel Black a** ni**a They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling Boy let's get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, 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 burning Cause I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon Was, f**k us, maybe we should team up Anti Golf boys cuz I don't f**k with me either I'ma liar, I'ma faggot Son you need Jesus But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame Or lame, nor strange Nah faggot it's Golf Wang
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I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame Or lame, nor strange Nah faggot it's Golf Wang
