- Tyler, The Creator WHO DAT boy 歌詞
- Tyler, The Creator
- Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?
Him that nig-ga, I swear
Stand up guy, him dont need no chair
Well, where the fuck him at?
Cause nigga, Im right here
I dont shop at the mall, all yall just
Dumb mothafucka
Im a goddamn artist
You can give me some markers and Ill draw you a closet
And you know that its GOLF
Bitch gon and make the deposit
Nigga fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin
Cons, overalls, and a striped shirt
The boy drip swag like a broken faucet
Its runnin, nigga, Im runnin
Shit, that cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston
Wont stop til the cops surround him
One nigga jiggy and the other awesome
With his fuckin face blown off
Thats how they found him
Its Young T
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
Why you niggas feel like that?
Mad cause a niggas neck chill like that
Mad cause a nigga push wheel like that?
Why you puttin bad vibes in the air like that?
Nigga who dem boys
Who dem is? Nigga, who dem is?
Who else step in this bitch this jig?
Who else your bitch say got a bick this big?
Who else came through with a wrist this flick?
Nigga, Guess my pants, do my dance
Spin around, bitch, you can kiss my ass
Never seen your nigga in this much Raf
Still doin math when I miss my class
Was it Summertime 06, had the number 9
Nigga, never mind
Wasnt nothin but time before Vince
Had the Gucci gold tips with the letterman
Nigga, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time
Fresh freshmen til they skipped my ass
Senior citizen, dont forget my pass
Been that nigga and you knew that there
Make the dick disappear, how she do that there
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
Why you niggas feel like that?
Mad cause a niggas neck chill like that
Mad cause a nigga push wheel like that?
Why you puttin bad vibes in the air?
Fuck the rap, Im tryna own a planet
From my other fuckin business ventures
These niggas these days
Actin like some bitches
Like theyre fuckin with ya (yeah)
Teeth is glistenin, Jesus, Christmas
He just shittin, she exquisite
Bitches be expensive (oh , no, nigga)
And I dont even need attention
WANG$AP on the bumper sticker, fuck you niggas
Fuck global warming, my neck is so frio
Im currently lookin for 95 Leo
My mom say she worried because Im so ill
I should stay in bed, but got too much bread
To make, she said watch my weight
So I stayed home and start eatin some meals
Get out of my way, way
Boy thats McLaren
Thats 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve, Im gone
Oh? Fuck
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