SMUCKERS (Explicit)-Tyler, The Creator/Ye (侃爷)/Lil Wayne

[ti:SMUCKERS (Explicit)] [ar:Tyler, The Creator] [al:Cherry Bomb] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]SMUCKERS (Explicit) - Tyler, The Creator/Ye/Lil Wayne [00:01.62]For your boy [00:02.32]I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor [00:05.32]I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors ni**a [00:10.54]Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive [00:13.54]What's your name again nobody knows it [00:15.60]Don't speak to me ni**a, you not important [00:17.65]I'm focused [00:23.39]They say I'm nutty, a picnic basket [00:25.27]I'm short of a sandwich [00:26.49]A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot [00:28.53]Please come and get me [00:29.59]Said I suck him at your neck [00:30.99]Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky [00:32.64]Like a HIV victim, man nobody f**kin' with me [00:35.55]I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon [00:38.72]And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe it [00:41.75]Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber [00:44.51]But you f**ked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger [00:47.52]I clearly don't give a f**k, say you could run that sh*t back [00:50.92]And f**k your loud pack, and f**k your Snapchat [00:54.02]Cherry Bomb, the greatest f**kin' album since the days of sound [00:57.30]And that sh*t gon' pop just like that ni**a that was never 'round [01:00.22]Damn, 'bout to drop, gas 'em up, thick exhaust [01:03.22]Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft [01:06.18]We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves [01:09.32]Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice [01:11.29]Put that f**kin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes [01:14.79]Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8 [01:17.65]When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great [01:20.71]Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass 'em a plate [01:23.75]'Ye [01:24.23]Why, why, why? [01:25.59]Why don't they like me? [01:29.21]Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks [01:31.37]But I'm the only ni**a to ever check Nike [01:36.91]Richer than white people with black kids [01:39.69]Scarier than black people with ideas [01:42.91]Nobody can tell me where I'm headin' [01:44.79]But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding [01:48.40]They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me [01:51.06]You can't lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me [01:54.09]I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em [01:56.90]I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin' [01:59.86]I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds [02:02.20]I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked me are you still down [02:05.38]Yeah my ni**a, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on [02:08.56]I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome [02:11.56]I am the free ni**a archetype [02:13.98]I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon [02:17.65]It's funny when you get extra money [02:20.41]Every joke you tell just be extra funny [02:23.14]I mean you can even dress extra bummy [02:26.01]Coc*ine, bathroom break, nose extra runny [02:29.11]And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me [02:32.15]Oxford want a full blown lecture from me [02:34.96]And the Lexus pull up, err like hop, I hopped out, like wassup [02:38.76]Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck, hold up [02:49.58]I studied the proportions [02:50.97]Emotions runnin' at an Autobahn speed level [02:53.72]Had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God [02:56.55]He said I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard [03:01.49]For your boy [03:02.44]I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors [03:05.37]I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room [03:09.04]Damn [03:11.07]Two, three, four [03:12.34]Hold your f**kin' horses [03:14.59]Niggas really f**kin' thought that T lost it [03:17.85]Like I bet it at an auction been exhausted [03:20.19]I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips [03:24.24]F**kin' losers [03:26.07]Hold your f**kin' ponies my homie [03:28.03]I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat p**sy like Shoney's [03:31.93]That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies [03:34.43]I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni [03:37.58]I swear [03:38.30]This them golf boys, like them hot boys [03:40.69]For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but it's the two-thou [03:44.42]When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne [03:48.40]What up Slime, ni**a go hard [03:50.22]Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain [03:52.97]Got too much drive, need like ten lanes [03:55.44]Life is a broad and she give brain [03:57.93]That's that road head, that's a dream car [04:00.39]Got a four ten, of that same year I was born [04:03.56]That's that one nine nine one, 'nother ni**a like I [04:07.08]You won't find one, cuz ni**a I'm a god, a divine one, Tune [04:11.37]My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb [04:14.03]Middle finger blind so it's f**k A-N-Y one [04:17.33]F**k, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son [04:20.09]I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump [04:23.53]Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up [04:26.69]Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up [04:29.25]I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come [04:31.87]She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wanda [04:35.08]Oh my goodness [04:35.95]Wayne them b**ches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy [04:39.18]Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles [04:42.58]B**ch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel [04:45.63]Black a** ni**a [04:46.40]They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling [04:49.22]Boy let's get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers [04:52.44]And a couple owners, that's kinda German [04:54.57]You bring the nooses, and a couple trees [04:56.81]Where the money grow, and get bodies burning [04:58.85]Cause I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin [05:02.49]Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham [05:05.15]I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon [05:08.67]Was, f**k us, maybe we should team up [05:11.67]Anti Golf boys cuz I don't f**k with me either [05:14.55]I'ma liar, I'ma faggot [05:16.45]Son you need Jesus [05:17.94]But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well [05:22.39]I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys [05:24.10]And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis [05:27.22]I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame [05:30.62]Or lame, nor strange [05:32.17]Nah faggot it's Golf Wang