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slater [v1] - tyler, the creator lyrics

[chorus]
me and slater just hit a curb
bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to n.e.r.d. (star trak)
made a couple thousand t*rds spitting written verbs
sh*t (what?), now i kick it in the ‘burbs

[verse 1]
me? i’m from the slums, n*ggas who push a ton
ton of drums, with foul flow, dirty mouth, like kissing bums
mama done made her one, um, a witty son
with no respect for women, so show me your titties, hun (what?)
you eighteen? me? i’m twenty*somethin’
okay, i’m twenty, but i’m soon to be twenty*one
i wild out at shows, break sh*t, it should be fun
venues are like p*ssy with me, “should he come?”
i’ma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack for my black lips
then dip to europe and come back with a stack of cheese
a stack of cheese for these rats, um, that mac and cheese
new ‘preme sh*t got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees
f*ck critics (“how’s your d*ck?”) sh*t, how’s your knees?
y’all on my d*ck more than my index when i take a pee (d*mn)
i came up with ”rella”, ain’t touch a bag of weed (word?)
sh*t was doper than whitney houston’s needs
golf w*ng, that’s the team to be, ayy
getting t.u., o.f., indeed
we was missing sweatshirt, like “where’s the hooded sleeve?”
okay, never mind, we found him, yeah

- tyler the creator lyrics

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