Текст песни Tyler, The Creator - Tamale

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Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Tyler, The Creator
Альбом: Wolf
Длительность: 02:46
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Текст:

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator] They say I've calmed down since the last album Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? (Umm) Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum Somebody said bands make her dance You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?) Here, take a goddamn picture And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger And while you're at it, pass the lotion In fact, get an Xbox Live, that fun Before I come, I'm calling your sister When she comes over, I take picture Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned [Hook: Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator] Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Why y'all so salty, I do Molly as (?), Can't (?) bitch (?), Your boy is bad to the bone [Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator] Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing Then he has to deal with me and my minions Tryna get a bimmer, E46 Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves From cuts from the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees, please Fuck I look like? Got a new bike tire Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!) My urethra, hole that I pee from Bigger than a (?) snapped on a (?) Now, turn that snare down I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus Like "You're going to jail now!" [Hook] [Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator] How much wood could a woodchuck chuck? If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck? Bitch Suck Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions,(Can you kick it?) Yes I can sir, (?) [Hook 2: Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator] Yeah Buddy, (?), Na Na Na Na Na Na Na! Golf Wang, Golf Wang, Go Fuck You, Na Na Na Na Na Na! Why y'all so salty, I do Molly as (?), Can't (?) bitch im on, Your boy is bad to the bone [Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator] How many fags can a lightbulb screw? Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes, (?) NRA bout to lose my shit, shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifix How many ladies in the house? How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh? A little Jergins in my palm for the jerkin' Hope my Mom don't catch me, tryna set mood Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dryfit suits me Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me This shit's so damn embarrassing like... Wolf: Oh shit, aw fuck. Clancy: What the fuck! Wolf: aw I'm sorry. Clancy: Clean that shit up, we're going to the office!
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