Tyler The Creator – Smuckers – Lyrics

Smuckers by Tyler The Creator

[Hook]

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 nigga

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]

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

What's your name again? Nobody knows it

Don't speak to me nigga, you not important

I'm focused

They say I'm nutty, picnic basket

Not 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 fuckin' 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 fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger

I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit back

And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat

Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound

And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga 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 fuckin' 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!

[Break: Kanye West]

Why, why, why?

Why don't they like me?

Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks

But I'm the only nigga ever to check Nike

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

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 dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"

"Yeah my nigga", Its on, its on, its on, its on

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

I am the free nigga 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

Cocaine, 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, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup

Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck

I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of 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"

[Hook 2]

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

[Bridge]

Two, Three, Four

Hold your fuckin' horses

Niggas really fuckin' 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

Fuckin' losers

[Lil Wayne]

Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie

I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's

That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies

I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni

I swear

[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator]

This them golf boys, like them hot boys

For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000

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

(What up Slime, nigga 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, thats a dream car

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

That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I

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

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb

Middle finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y one

Fuck, 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 Wonda

Oh my goodness

[Verse 5: Tyler, the Creator]

Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy

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

Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel

(Black ass nigga)

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

Boy lets 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

Cuz 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, fuck us, maybe we should team up

Anti Golf boys cuz I don't fuck with me either

I'mma liar, I'mma faggot

[Verse 6: Lil Wayne]

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

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]

Nah faggot its Golf Wang

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Tyler The Creator – Fucking Young/ Perfect – Lyrics

Fucking Young/ Perfect by Tyler The Creator

Part 1 - FUCKING YOUNG

[Intro]

The day that I met you girl

I knew that it was something special

But I couldn't put my finger on it (Fuck I can't sing whatever look)

We met through mutual friends and this is where the story and confusion begin

Cause I was in a problem but I had to pretend that I wasn't

[Pre-Hook]

There go the police man knocking at my door

Do I leave out the back and grab my wallet and coat

Or do I answer real confused like "I don't know"

Now me and she held hands and we danced, nothing more

She kissed my hand a couple times, FaceTime when we're bored

There's nobody at the door, man I'm so paranoid

[Hook]

Girl you're perfect, but you're too fucking young for me

And when temptation calls, I never pick up

And girl, you stole my heart but you're too fucking young

This is more than a crush, I just might be in love

[Verse 1]

A six year difference

Is a ten year sentence

And with the pigment on my skin, I don't want to be another statistic

You bring me joy, joy, joy, joy

And you fill a void that was once missing

And I can say I'm in love

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

When you're 35, I'll be 41

And when I'm 27, you'll be 21

Yo, this is dumb

And when that time comes for that 1-8, I'll probably run

Cause I'm fucking terrified, yo this is dumb

You should find someone else

I'm not the one for you, shit, I'm still growing up by myself

And mentally you're older than me and that shit doesn't help

Cause if they see you with T, they'll think T needs some help

So when you mention "hang," I'm thinking about a tree and a belt

And I don't want no relation, shit no relation

Ship when my dick is longer than my intentions-

Span, it's gonna suck your shit

It's that kitchen fan

It splattered on me like my dick in my hand

What? I'm still fucking off, not good at ducking off

Because I found a goose that I like, but I'm still running off

She gon' want a nest, that's why I cannot get fucking caught

That's a scary word, you could save that shit for the birds

But I found my wings, fuck

(But you're too fucking young)

I really like you

(And when temptation calls, I never pick up

And girl, you stole my heart but you're too fucking young)

Funny thing about this is

By the time you hear this, I'll be in the clear

It's T and Uncle Charlie

(But you're too young, but you're too young, but you're too young)

Part 2 - PERFECT

[Verse 1: Kali Uchis]

Boy I know that we could be more than just friends

But you're scared

Boy I know

We could be more than just friends

But you're scared

I know

I know that there could be

Somethin' for you and me

What's your philosophy?

You're scared, scared

And I exit and wait a while

(Just say the word)

See the answers are there

(But I'm just too gone to see)

You and I are cut from different fiber

(I wonder why, I wonder why girl)

Don't be too material to see

(But I'm just too gone to see)

This world is just a struggle just to be

Fuck em all baby it's just you and me

[Tyler]

But you're too fuckin' young

And girl I know that you're the one for me

Fuck

Cause you're too fuckin young

And girl I know that you're the one for me

And it hurts

It fuckin hurts

Cause you're too fuckin young

And girl I know that you're the one

That you're the one

For me

Cause you're too fuckin young

And girl I know that you're the one for me

Yeah

(I rock)

(I rock)

(I rock)

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Tyler The Creator – Diaper – Lyrics

Diaper by Tyler The Creator

[Verse 1]

Got a problem with the golf ?

Fuck it then pick a spot

Like you're eating lunch

And its brunch

We could bring the beef

And the pots and the pans

Fuck it we could bring a lot

I just want to know if you can come and suck a dick or not?

Hit her up pick her up

In the front seat of my two seater vehicle hit the crib grab the cuffs take pictures of her butt

Where's your mouth open up

I just want to know if you can come and suck a dick or what

The fuck am I yapping about?

It don't matter, I'm the one, hun

T is the sun and you're saturn

Better stop with all of the chit chatter bitch i'm the tongue i go dumb

Like the mental handicaps in the house y'all kiss butt

Like a nap on the couch

T the shit, I'm the weird little BLAH

In your mouth you better brush

Like Hova shoulder

Told you boys it never stop

I just want to know if you gon come and suck a dick or not?

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