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SMUCKERS (Explicit) - Tyler, The Creator/Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)/Kanye West

For your boy

I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor

I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors ni**a

Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive

What's your name again nobody knows it

Don't speak to me ni**a, you not important

I'm focused

They say I'm nutty, a picnic basket

I'm short of a sandwich

A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot

Please come and get me

Said I suck him at your neck

Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky

Like a HIV victim, man nobody f**kin' with me

I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon

And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe it

Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber

But you f**ked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger

I clearly don't give a f**k, say you could run that sh*t back

And f**k your loud pack, and f**k your Snapchat

Cherry Bomb, the greatest f**kin' album since the days of sound

And that sh*t gon' pop just like that ni**a that was never 'round

Damn, 'bout to drop, gas 'em up, thick exhaust

Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft

We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves

Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice

Put that f**kin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes

Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8

When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great

Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass 'em a plate

'Ye

Why, why, why?

Why don't they like me?

Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks

But I'm the only ni**a to ever check Nike

Richer than white people with black kids

Scarier than black people with ideas

Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'

But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding

They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me

You can't lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me

I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em

I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'

I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds

I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked me are you still down

Yeah my ni**a, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on

I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome

I am the free ni**a archetype

I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon

It's funny when you get extra money

Every joke you tell just be extra funny

I mean you can even dress extra bummy

Coc*ine, bathroom break, nose extra runny

And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me

Oxford want a full blown lecture from me

And the Lexus pull up, err like hop, I hopped out, like wassup

Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck, hold up

I studied the proportions

Emotions runnin' at an Autobahn speed level

Had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God

He said I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard

For your boy

I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors

I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room

Damn

Two, three, four

Hold your f**kin' horses

Niggas really f**kin' thought that T lost it

Like I bet it at an auction been exhausted

I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips

F**kin' losers

Hold your f**kin' ponies my homie

I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat p**sy like Shoney's

That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies

I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni

I swear

This them golf boys, like them hot boys

For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but it's the two-thou

When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne

What up Slime, ni**a go hard

Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain

Got too much drive, need like ten lanes

Life is a broad and she give brain

That's that road head, that's a dream car

Got a four ten, of that same year I was born

That's that one nine nine one, 'nother ni**a like I

You won't find one, cuz ni**a I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb

Middle finger blind so it's f**k A-N-Y one

F**k, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son

I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump

Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up

Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up

I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come

She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wanda

Oh my goodness

Wayne them b**ches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy

Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles

B**ch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel

Black a** ni**a

They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling

Boy let's get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers

And a couple owners, that's kinda German

You bring the nooses, and a couple trees

Where the money grow, and get bodies burning

Cause I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin

Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham

I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon

Was, f**k us, maybe we should team up

Anti Golf boys cuz I don't f**k with me either

I'ma liar, I'ma faggot

Son you need Jesus

But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well

I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys

And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis

I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame

Or lame, nor strange

Nah faggot it's Golf Wang