Video Special Hidden Track de Tyler The Creator 2024 Rap Lyrics

Tyler The Creator - Special Hidden Track Lyrics

[Intro]
Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker
Anything that'll piss you motherfuckers off
I don't even smoke and I'm a level above all of y'all
Bitch, you couldn't reach me with a ladder and a calling card

[Hook]
I'm special, nigga
Who the fuck are you?
I'm special, nigga

[Verse]
They used to tell me to calm down, said I had a problem
Now I'm runnin' shit, that's why you never see me wearin' joggers
Lead by example, how?
All y'all is my son and I ain't never had a fuckin' father
Boy, I'mma bring the noise
I got my own beat and we all got drums
What these weapons about? What this flexin' about?
You on your grind but who the one that got the wep' at they house?
Bitch, I do this on purpose, you niggas don't got a purpose
This nigga called me a clown, nigga I own the circus
Stack is sittin' in my pocket folded like a papaya
And you know I golf bitch like I been sleepin' with Tiger
Woody woody my mob, mob is goodie, we Outkast
We o-K-K-K, just like the clan hoodie
Golf shit packet, rip it out the fuckin' package
In that all pink fit lookin' like a fuckin' faggot and
Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, nigga?
I'm a bad case of I don't even know
I gotta to tear the shit out of this goddamn house
I think that I'mma blow my mutherfuckin' brains out
Tyler, take a chill pill, nigga