who dat boy (live) - tyler, the creator lyrics
[intro: tyler, the creator]
yo
[verse 1: tyler, the creator & a$ap rocky, both]
yo, who dat boy? who him is?
him that ni*gga, i swear
stand out guy, him don’t need no chair
where the f*ck him at, n*gga, i’m right here
i don’t shop at the mall, all y’all just some dumb mothaf*ckers
i’m a godd*mn artist, you can give me some markers
draw you a closet, know that it’s golf, b*tch, make a deposit
n*gga fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin
cons, overalls, and a striped shirt
the boy drips swag like a broken faucet
it’s runnin’, n*gga, i’m runnin’ sh*t (woo)
that cherry be the bomb like he ran in boston
won’t stop ’til the cops surround him
one n*gga jiggy and the other awesome
with his f*ckin’ face blown off, that’s how they found him
it’s young t
[chorus: tyler, the creator & a$ap rocky, both]
who dat boy, who him is?
i said, who dat boy, who him is?
i said, who dat boy,, who him is?
i said, who dat boy,, who him is?
sh*t, why you n*ggas feel like that? (f*ck)
mad ‘causе a n*gga neck chill like that (what)
you mad ’cause a n*gga push wheel likе that?
why you puttin’ (n*gga) bad vibes in the air like that?
come on n*gga
[verse 2: a$ap rocky & tyler, the creator, both]
who them boys, n*gga, who them is?
who else stepped in this b*tch this jig? (n0body)
who else your b*tch say got a d*ck this big? (maybe me & you)
who else came through with a wrist this fl!ck? (no n*gga)
guess my pants (what?), do my dance (what?)
spin around, b*tch, you could kiss my ass (coach*lla)
never seen a n*gga in this much raf
still doin’ math (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
it was summertime ’06, had the number (n)ine
n*gga, never mind, was another time
had the gucci gold tips with the letterman
n*gga, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time
fresh freshmen ’til they skipped my ass
a senior citizen, don’t forget my pass
i’ve been that n*gga and you knew that there
she make the d*ck disappear, how she do that there?
[chorus: tyler, the creator & a$ap rocky, both]
who dat boy, who him is?
who dat boy, who him is?
who dat boy, who him is?
who dat boy, who him is?
[segue: tyler, the creator & a$ap rocky]
wait (woo)
[verse 3: tyler, the creator & a$ap rocky, both]
listen, f*ck the rap, i’m tryna own a planet
from my other f*ckin’ business ventures (woo), n*gga
these n*ggas these days actin’ like some b*tches
like, they’re f*ckin’ with ya (what?)
he just sh*ttin’ (what?), jesus (what?), christmas
he just sh*tted, t exquisite, b*tches be expensive
and i don’t even need attention, w*ng$ap on the bumper sticker, f*ck you n*gga
f*ck global warming, my neck is so frío
i’m currently lookin’ for ’95
my mom say she worried because i’m so ill
i should stay in bed, but got too much bread to make
she said watch my weight
so i stayed home and start eatin’ some meals
get out of my way, boy, that’s mclaren
that’s 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve, coach*lla (ayy)
[chorus: tyler, the creator & a$ap rocky, both]
what, what
who dat boy, n*gga
i said, who dat boy,, who him is?
i said, who dat boy,, who him is?
i said, who dat boy,, who him is?
[outro: tyler, the creator & a$ap rocky]
a$ap, n*gga
make some noise for a$ap f*cking rocky
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