โหลดเพลง mp3 Burger - Tyler, The Creator

Burger - Tyler, The Creator/Hodgy Beats
Composer：T. Okonma
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Jesus heheh

N**ga this is my cup
Drink the cyanide up
D**e as f**k
So I would really shoot a group of guys up
Deep thought I'm often lost in f**k it
Put me next to awesome
Still can't tell the difference
Just like Asians with their eyes shut
Butt f**k a couple rots
In the Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling
Cock a doodle
Eatin' toaster strudel
At a nude beach in Rome
In a black Bape spaghetti strap made of Ramen noodles
My b**ch is bad
Mixed with a thicky a**
Get my dicky rocky
This will end up in a sticky blast
Chrissy Brown mask on my face now I'm kicking a**
Life's a b**ch f**k college mommy I am ditching class

I rather be happy than f**king forty
So f**k the teacher's lecture I'm having Sydney record me
For the 2 d**e
They didn't like it
Oh well
Let's get XXL to write us a f**king story
It's sitting right in my lap I see it
Scribbled across the lines I read it
I'm the f**king poet who knows it
You know it you bogus
Comprehend the language
You scared of war I'm all anxious
We got the angus if you want beef hey beef

Now that's a burger for ya a** n**ga
Slice the onions
Now that's a burger for ya a** n**ga
Put on the cheese
Now that's a burger for ya a** n**ga sauce
Now have that burger eat it fast n**ga
F**king aw get you some
Obviously intended pun
Same time it took Jason Dill to get the stitching done
Custom made one of one
Sold out Roxy performance
Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform sandwitches

Started back in f**king London
Cracker children wanted something
They could bump and punch a bunch of f**king faces
Stomp 'em out
Moshing pits to breaking arms
Zombie Circus not a carn
Evil wolves is on the farm
And were all evil harmed

Any sheep creep
Quiet tendered sleep
Make a peep
F**king body will go missing in a week
Roam around the city with her titties like a f**king greek
God
Bastard was the sh*t explains why it never leaked yo
I am coming of my age with my Memphis Bleek
Shooting from the sky the only problem is the missing beak
Once I have my wings and my motherf**king chain
Oh that's the black talking in me
Let me down a couple cups of bleach
It's sitting right in my lap I see it
Scribbled across the lines I read it
I'm the f**king poet who knows it
You know it you bogus
Comprehend the language
You scared of war I'm all anxious
We got the angus if you want beef hey beef

Now that's a burger for ya a** n**ga
Slice the onions
Now that's a burger for ya a** n**ga
Put on the cheese
Now that's a burger for ya a** n**ga
Where's the barbeque sauce
Now have that burger eat it fast n**ga n**ga
Free Earl that's the f**king sh*t
And if you disagree lick a couple pimple covered clits
From some stripping lesbian dykes that fight n**gas
That like to rap about those dykes that fight n**gas
Alright
Enough with this sh*t let's talk business
Acquire more currency disregard b**ches
Go to Shake's house and play Goblin in his kitchen
Then force him and his mom to listen to track six then
If he doesn't like it I'll just slice his f**king dick and
Put it in the cabinet where the f**king cookies and chips is
Take a bunch of pictures and
Post 'em on my Twitter then
Go to Jimmy Fallon like Faggot
When we perfomin'
Then a bunch of golf wang n**gas start stormin'
On the stage
In a rage that will scare Zack Rocha
Better get ya tanks before this wolf war's over
History repeats itself
I'm of a soldier