โหลดเพลง mp3 Steak Sauce - Tyler, The Creator

Rollin' in a golden Tacoma the sh*t's stolen
If that b*tch tell on me I'ma do a f*ckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat gotta keep it obsolete
Like Chris Brown when Rihanna got her f*ckin' a** beat
F*ck Jeeves ask me for advice if I'm not reading advice
I'm squatting down picking cracker b*tches scalp for some lice
Everything that I write is d**e because the pipe
And nope you can't have a hit unless you gimme the light
We be burnin' dirty rocks with a light switch
B*tch n*gga you about as hard as a dikes clit
I'm goin' as hard as Bishop Eddie Longs John
After I bought a Sidekick and sent that fag some nice pics
They say I try too goddamn hard
No sh*t I want a Grammy you damn retard
You can't be great when you settle for flea bargain

Unless you're a thrift hipster b*tch in a leotard
Painless Hodgy lost his motherf*cking mind because the brain left

Wolf Gang got the ink on me now it's banged out
Box Logo hoodie still haven't got the stains out
Congress ah yes I'm f*ckin' with the best blondes
Um yes I am now beating off to mom sex
Raquel is wrestling a prom dress
While me and Ray Charles have a f*cking staring contest
To all the step dads in here
Triple six kids got you motherf*ck scared
Could be worse n*gga that's absurd
N*gga I am at Pharrell's tryna butt f*ck nerds
This just in Tyler the Creator and Justin Bieber
Was just in the room flippin' Selena Gomez
Go 'head give some pucker up
I'll f*ck her up until the kids come in umm