- THE BROWN STAINS OF DARKEESE LATIFAH PART 6-12 (REMIX) 歌詞 Tyler, The Creator
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- Tyler, The Creator THE BROWN STAINS OF DARKEESE LATIFAH PART 6-12 (REMIX) 歌詞
- Tyler, The Creator
- Oh, you the motherfucking man, huh?
Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking , drinking lean, and popping Xans, huh?
You see, thats the bullshit that I dont need
Im telling yall niggas, yall aint fucking with me
See, I look in the mirror and he said, 'You are the man'
And I said, 'Hey man, I agree'
Rocks on rainbow
Bens a nice fellow
Your neck reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate Legos
They know they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
Before they see some halos
And I reload the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang- o
And thats the squad I bang-o
I tell my fucking [?]
Now lets reload the aim-o
Cant a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?
Want the truth in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] like a kick in the [?]
Schoolyboys my niggy, you know Im good [?]
That boys not that bad, enh , its no biggy
Its the G-O, the L-F
We go-go, no homo
We black out, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin Diggy
No ship in this series
And I just want Iggy, man
We been Batmen since Batman have a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of them soccer mamas
[?] bitches [?] like the family went to a [?] (Oh no!)
You cant bitch, Im a problem
You get fucked up like the thoughts this side of my noggin
Going harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like Larry David
And Im that nigga
Meaning Im two niggas
Im schizo, Brent Lowe
My motherfucking bingo
Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I dont really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow
Dont get offended, love being darkskinned
23 with the crib and I dont got no tenants
And I dont like sports, but the court got a tennis
Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the fuck out my bidness
See, thats the cherry bomb
Get my burr on
Thats McLaren
[?] chevron
Motors Flog Gnaw
Vans on, fuck your Jordans
Went from throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)
Boy, Im a sicko
Flacko nigga but kinda macho, boy
I got some vatos shadow [?], he kinda loco
Pack a [?] pistol, we splitting nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some shells just like a taco
So grab your goggles, nigga
Taco Tuesday, you dont want none of that
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running that
Nigga took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that
( Man, he really took the store)
Crack a cracker with a barrel
Gang bang tattoos, this aint a Louis rag
[?] got me crip crazy
Pants heavy sag to the left
With the belt strapped, no face mask, nigga, just toe tags
Still the blunts getting past ya
Aint worried bout no niggas, nigga
Grieve over suckers, gunpowder on my knuckles
Call the ambulance, Im from the era of crip walking
You was clown-dancing
You wanna be me, huh?
Cuz is wack when he raps, and what he rap, he aint done
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your tongue
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, control your gums
Teeth missing, moms wont recognize your face when its done
My square homies license, double life in my trunk
Mind, power, body, and soul, we break handcuffs
Got a strike on my record, double cups, and duck
You want the life like us, you need to crip that coast
You want to steer that wheel
You want to smoke that kil
Well who am I?
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