- Tyler, The Creator Tamale 歌詞
- Tyler, The Creator
- Tamale Tamale Tamale Tamale Tamale Tamale Tamale Tamale
They say Ive 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 dont give a shit bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think youre getting cash no bitch youre dumb
The only thing that youre 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 hes a goddamn nigger
And while youre at it pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox Live that fun
Before I come Im calling your sister
When she comes over I take picture
Nstantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned
Tamale Tamale Tamale Tamale
Why yall so salty Hot Tamale is on
A can of beans bitch Im on your boy is bad to the bone
Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if hes 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 Im great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs cause hes 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
Biggerthan an obese snack on Aretha
Now turn that snare down
Im back like Im Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like 'Youre going to jail now
Tamale Tamale Tamale Tamale
Why yall so salty Hot Tamale is on
A can of beans bitch Im on your boy is bad to the bone
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
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
I'm a CO fuck Michael bitch I'm badder than my BO
Find me and lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos
Yeah Buddy ( ) Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Golf Wang Golf Wang Go Fuck You Na Na Na Na Na Na
Why yall so salty Hot Tamale is on
Cant agree bitch im on
Your boy is bad to the bone
How many fags can a lightbulb screw
Well if I has a dick they be twos and sixes
And tell the NRA Im about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne LaPierres hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga huh
A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin
Hope my Mom dont catch me tryna set mood
Little Redtube fuck lotion I dont need lube dryfit suits me
Up and down friction with the sound shits kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This shits so damn embarrassing like
Oh shit aw fuck
Clancy: What the fuck
Wolf: Aw Im sorry
Clancy: Is that my shirt
Wolf: Yeah sorry I needed something
Clancy: Clean that shit up were going to the office
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