Video Yonkers Live From Bonnaroo 2016 de Tyler The Creator 2024 Rap Lyrics

Tyler The Creator - Yonkers Live From Bonnaroo 2016 Lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator, Jasper]
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang (Okay)
Yo

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator, Jasper, Both, Crowd]
I'm a fuckin' homosexual (What?), no, I'm not
Threesomes at the motherfuckin' mall (Gettin' out them titties again)
Reptar, put the titties away (Nope)
Wearin' synthetic wigs that's made of Anwar'sdreadlocks
It's bedrock, I'm harder than the goddamn Flintstone
Making crack rocks that's outta pussy nigga fishbones (Haha)
That nigga Jay tryna get grown
About five, seven of his hoes in my bedroom (Hey)
Swallow the cinnamon, I'ma scribble this sin and shit
While Syd is tellin' me that she's been getting intimatewith men
I said "Syd, shut the fuck up"
Now, here's the number to my thеrapist (Shit)
You tell him all your problems, he's fuckin' awеsome with listenin' (Haha)

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Jasper, Jasper, (Crowd)]
It's the motherfuckin' Golf Wang, the Golf Wang
It's the Golf Wang, the Golf Wang, Golf Wang
It's the motherfuckin' Golf (Wang), the Golf (Wang)
It's the Golf (Wang), the Golf (Wang)
It's the Golf (Wang), the Golf (Wang)
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator, Jasper, Both, Crowd]
Alright
Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitchin', this isn't a fuckin' hotline
For a fuckin' shrink, nigga, I already got mine
And he's not fuckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time
I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal
This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock .9's
This ain't no V. Tech shit, or Columbine
But after bowling, I went homefor some damn Adventure Time, ayo
(What'd you do, Tyler?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies (Yeah)
And danced around the house in all-over printpanties
My mom is gone, that fuckin' bitch will never understand me
I'm not gay, I just wanna hang out with Golf (What?)
But fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin' 'em
I'll crash that fuckin' airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in
And I will fuck Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
And will not stop until I cum (I'm here, whoa)
I'm an overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders
And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver?
Now, that's green paper, gold teeth, and pregnant golden retrievers
All I want, fuck money, diamonds, and bitches, don't need 'em
But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em
It's some cooking books, the nigga kids never wanted to read 'em
My Golf back is green ch-ch-chia fuckin' leaves
It's been a couple months
And Tina still ain't perm her fuckin'weave
Damn
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Jasper, Jasper, (Crowd)]
It's the motherfuckin' Golf Wang, the Golf Wang
The Golf Wang, the Golf Wang, the Golf Wang
It's the motherfuckin' Golf (Wang), the Golf (Wang)
The Golf (Wang), the Golf (Wang)

[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator, Jasper, (Crowd)]
Alright
I'ma have y'all screamin' out some stupid shit
Can I get a motherfuckin' Jasper? (Jasper)
I said alright, alright, alright (Alright, alright, alright)
Said Hallelujah (Hallelujah)
Ha, it's on you, Jas'
Can I get a motherfuckin' hot-dog? (Hot-dog)
A-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga (A-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga)
Ew (Ew)
Now scream! (Woo)
Motherfucker!

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator, Jasper, Both, Crowd]
They say success is the best revenge
So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazinesI'm in
Oh, not again, another critic writing report
I'm stabbin' any bloggin' faggot hipster with a pitchfork
Still suicidal, I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fuckin' knife in his hand
And I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fuckin' hole in his head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch, faggot
(What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G
I just wanna know if my father would ever like me
But I don't give afuck, so he's probably just like me
And that's a motherfuckin' (Goblin)