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  • Текст песни Tyler, the Creator - Tamale

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    [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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