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sucka free - tyler, the creator lyrics

[intro]
this that eastside, hawth*rne, ride down el segundo to pca sh*t
put your top down, sun beamin’, for real, huh

[chorus]
i’m that guy, tryna get my paper, baby
i’m that guy for really
i’m that guy, tryna get my paper, baby
i’m that guy for really (yeah, ayy)

[verse 1]
sh*tty backup (ayy), got my racks up (ayy, bro)
baby*blue bimmer, watch it back up
got my jewels on, sure i’m strapped up
we don’t know you, n*gga, back up (uh*huh)
pockets full of chili like it’s hot sauce (uh*huh)
n*ggas actin’ silly just to pop off
hop off my d*ck, there’s some hoes in here
odd future, wolf gang, all the bros in here
you n*ggas bums, you never really figured it out
you the type to let a b*tch wear a shoe in your house (hah)
you the type to buy a chain before some furniture, couch
and you the type of n*gga never had a fist hit your mouth (bink*bink*bink, huh)
you ain’t got no guap, no paper, ain’t no ink
see, i’m that guy, give a f*ck what you think (n*gga)
so please keep that weirdo sh*t from me
i’m just stackin’ up my cheese, tryna stay sucker*free
[chorus]
i’m that guy, tryna get my paper, baby
i’m that guy for really
i’m that guy tryna get my paper, baby
i’m that guy for really

[post*chorus]
i’m stackin’ my ones on a tuesday, i’m gettin’ that paper
i’m stackin’ my ones on a weekend, i’m gettin’ that paper

[verse 2]
throw all the bums to the back, b*tch, i’m dumb to the max
i’m him, i’m that guy, run and tell that
all that street talk corny, y’all rats
bro, you are a good man, what you know about that, n*gga?
it’s weird and that’s on my mommy
hoes tell, we don’t need no lobby
get the extras, ain’t need no hobby
drop the top, i’m never sloppy
keep a thumper, brodie
can you please hop off my bumper, n*gga?

[chorus]
i’m that guy (n*ggas weird, bro), tryna get my paper, baby
i’m that guy for really
i’m that guy tryna get my paper, baby
i’m that guy for really
[post*chorus]
i’m stackin’ my ones on a tuesday, i’m gettin’ that paper
i’m stackin’ my ones on a weekend, i’m gettin’ that paper (what y’all n*ggas on, bro?)
i’m stackin’ my ones on a tuesday, i’m gettin’ that paper
i’m stackin’ my ones on a weekend, i’m gettin’ that paper (woo)

[outro]
mind your business, mind your figures, n*gga
get your paper up and turn the goofy down, for real, bro, hmm (don’t tap the glass)

- tyler the creator lyrics

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