- Tyler, The Creator Blow 歌詞
- Tyler, The Creator
- If this was a game, I already know that I would come out winner
And Im not bragging, Imma be in her
But this bitch really think that Im bout to buy her dinner
My steak good, I got a good cut like Splinter
Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper
Now she wanna talk and chop it up like a blender
But I dont give a fuck and or even listen like Schindler
Shes cute but her foreheads big
Got stretch marks like she got four kids
Her legs cant close like the four door hinge Bronco
That O.J. killed the white whores with
A wealthy white girl without the facelift
Lure her with expensive dinners and a nice bracelet
Leave the bitch breathless, what the bitch dont know is that
Im a mothafuckin sellout and a rapist
Baby, youre an angel
How about we turn this into a fable of some sort?
You already know youre dead
Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow
If this was a game, I would be considered a mothafuckin legend
And I aint trying to gas you up like Chevron
But Im high as fuck bitch, you really need to get on my leverage
Now were in the cabin, in the middle of uhh
Trying to find ways to really stuff you in my cabinet
Dreamy little bastard, I done ran outta luck now
Its time for a bloody foot you little rabbit
Youre very attractive, and notice that
My hat is always the color of cactus
And I hang with wolves cause Im an evil bastard
Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered
Met you at my school, departed at my house
Ended at your panties, started at your blouse
Pushed you down stairs, I took a nap up on the couch
If you wanted a date, dont come
Now you gotta make it easy for me dont run
You call this shit kids, well I call these kids cum
And you call this shit rape but I think that rapes fun
Wait, now its about eight something
Its late and you stuck in my basement
Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string
Yeah bitch this dates done
Baby, youre an angel
How about we turn this into a fable of some sort?
You already know youre dead
Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow (2x)
I like my girls how I like my drugs, white
Lord, youre so pretty, lying in my arms
I just got one request, stop breathing
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