Tyler, The Creator

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Yo who dat boy Who him is
Him that n*gga I swear
Stand up guy him don’t need no chair
Well where the f*ck him at
‘Cause n*gga I’m right here
I don’t shop at the mall all y’all just
Dumb mothaf*cka
I’m a goddamn artist
You can give me some markers and I’ll draw you a closet
And you know that it’s GOLF
b*tch gone and make the deposit
n*gga fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin
Cons overalls and a striped shirt
The boy drip swag like a broken faucet
It’s runnin’ n*gga I’m runnin’ sh*t
That cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston
Won’t stop ’til the cops surround him
One n*gga jiggy and the other awesome
With his f*ckin’ face blown off that’s how they found him
It’s Young T

Who dat boy Who him is
Who dat boy Who him is
n*gga who dat boy Who him is
Who dem boys n*gga who dem is n*gga
Why you n*ggas feel like that
Mad ’cause a n*gga neck chill like that
Mad ’cause a n*gga push wheel like that
Why you puttin’ bad vibes in the air like that
n*gga who dem boys

Who dem is n*gga who dem is
Who else step in this b*tch this jig
Who else your b*tch say got a bick this big
Who else came through with a wrist this flick
n*gga Guess my pants do my dance
Spin around b*tch you could kiss my a*s
Never seen a n*gga in this much Raf
Still doin’ math when I miss my cla*s
Was it Summertime ’06 had the Number (N)ine
n*gga never mind was another time before Vince
Had the Gucci gold tips with the letterman
n*gga dollar sign was my favorite number at the time
Fresh freshmen ’til they skip my a*s
Senior citizen don’t forget my pa*s
Been that n*gga and you knew that there
Make the dick disappear how she do that there

Who dat boy Who him is
Who dat boy Who him is
n*gga who dat boy Who him is
Who dem boys n*gga who dem is n*gga
Why you n*ggas feel like that
Mad ’cause a n*gga’s neck chill like that
Mad ’cause a n*gga push weight like that
Why you puttin’ bad vibes in the air

f*ck the rap I’m tryna own a planet
From my other f*ckin’ business ventures
These n*ggas these days
Actin’ like some b*tches like they’re f*ckin’ with ya (yeah)
Teeth is glistenin’ Jesus Christmas
He just sh*ttin’ she exquisite b*tches be expensive (oh no n*gga)
And I don’t even need attention
WANG$AP on the bumper sticker f*ck you n*ggas
f*ck global warming my neck is so frío
I’m currently lookin’ for ’95 Leo
My mom say she worried because I’m so ill
I should stay in bed but got too much bread
To make she said watch my weight
So I stayed home and start eatin’ some meals
Get out of my way way
Boy that’s McLaren that’s 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve I’m gone

Call me call me call me uh
Call me call me call me uh
Call me call me call me uh
Call me call me call me
Call me how you doing
Call me my name is Lonely nice to meet you
Here’s my number you can reach me woo!
911 call me call me some time
911 call me call me some time
911 call me call me some time
911 call me
911 call me

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