Video Tylerthecreator de Tyler The Creator 2024 Rap Lyrics

Tyler The Creator - Tylerthecreator Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator, (Hodgy)]
(Woah!)
Yo, (Yo) yo, (Yeah) yo, (Yo)
Your bitch pretty, she pretty, and now she screamin'
Now I fill her up with semen, all she see is sea, man (Yo)
Now you hear her voice, no pro-choice
No Odd pro-abortion on this boat
Bitch, calm down, down, Krusty The Clown makin' you laugh (Heh, yeah)
Laugh, finger in your ass, now you like "Woah, hold up" (Woah)
"Mister, I don't know your name"
Bitch, shut the fuck up, you are on a train, (Train) just to death
Chop your body up and put it in a freezer, (Freezer) bleed her
Before I kill her, fuck her just to please her, (Please her) no condom
I just might disease her, and if that fuckin' happen, fuck it
She'll be dead, chopped up in my motherfucking freezer (Whoo!)
You can fuckin' get the vanilla, Manelly Liza, Aliza
Here, you want a sample? Nigga, try it (Uh)
Kinda like apprentice, nigga fire, I'm the dentist (Yeah)
Niggas looking at me, hair nappy, here's a brush
But she don't wanna rush, 'cause if I fucking bust
Quick, she's gonna be pissed, but then I pull out
Fuck, I can't have blue balls, so bitch start sucking my dick (He-he-he)
And then she fucking lick (Yo) I bust up on her face (Uh)
Now she looking like Michael Jackson
Jackson (Ha-ha!) Now I sound like Toni Braxton
Deep voiced motherfucker, fuck, I had her sucking on my wrapper lollipop
Like it's a sucker, motherfucker (Bitch!)
[Verse 2]
Back for round two, I found you
You tryna run, but I found blue, yellows over there
And the motherfucking field where
The niggas wear colored pants, jerk, and pop pills
I'm on the other side, where all the niggas ride, and niggas skate
Where we take indy bitches with high GPAs up on a date
Where niggas smoke blunts and sniff coke
Where the motherfucking freestyles never wrote, or written, I'm livin'
Niggas shittin' while I'm pissin' on they face, mace
Here you call the cops, here's my phone, I'll catch a case
But I got a good lawyer so my fucking record erase
Just like a fucking pencil, I'm mental, Left Brain laced this instrumental
With some shit that's so illegal, that
He gon' have to go and fly overseas like an eagle in the winter
December, Imba, Limpa
Kick him in the leg, now he Limpa, IMPA
Niggas rollin' round, Nipsey Hussle in the Impala
Lookin' at me while I style on ya, oh
You mad cause I'm styling on you? Plus the call is on me?
4-5in' on 'em, gnolly tricks on ya bitch
Girl-boy lookin' clean 'cause
You already know my hat green, and that shit staying Supreme, uh
You can't fuck with it, you little H-B
You hate me, A-C, L-B, H-B
C-V, Super 3 and brand Un DeShay
With my nigga Domo the Gene’says, you
Hate on the O-F, that’s the best letter in the world
And I’m better better, than your better girl
She the best I've ever had, I—, *Cough-cough*
Asthma—, *Cough* Fuck it, I'm coughin'
This they're free—, *Cough-cough* Oh shit
*Cough-cough* I'm bout to hit it back *Cough*
I said, this the re-freestyle, no written
I spit all my shit from the dome
Home like a motherfucker
Nigga leavin' his college, for good, in the Hood
I’m from Ladera, not from Inglewood
Hawthorne couple times, go the city where I be
Even up in Hollywood, you could find me
I'm not a fucking cliche, E-Shay, E, A
Oh, fuck it, I'm over it, I got work tomorrow
Left Brain let me get a beat to borrow
Just so I could spit the shit quick, bitches with some big lips
Yeah she got some big lips, a nice small tongue
For this oversized big dick, size twelve in the shoe
32 in the jeans, skinny as fuck
Motherfucking T-shirt a 2X, yes
And you could ask anybody here that’s daily
Bitches feel me, fucking iPods wanna play me
Ask me why I cuss so much, fuck, shit, cunt and dick
Now shut the fuck up bitch, eat a fucking dick in a blanket
I be on that stank shit
Fuck everybody here, what the fuck I look like thankin'?
[Outro: Tyler, The Creator, (Left Brain)]
Oh, shit, the beat ended, fuck
(It's over)