Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator - Steak Sauce lyrics
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Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen If that bitch tell on me, I'm a do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete Like Chris Brown when Rihanna got her fuckin' ass beat Fuck Jeeves ask me for advice, if I'm not reading advice I'm squatting down, picking cracker bitches scalp for some lice Everything that I write is dope because the pipe And nope you can't have a hit unless you gimme the light We be burnin' dirty rocks with a light switch Bitch nigga, you about as hard as a dikes clit I'm goin' as hard as Bishop Eddie Longs John After I bought a Sidekick and sent that fag some nice pics They say I try too goddamn hard No shit, I want a Grammy you damn retard You can't be great when you settle for flea bargain Unless you're a thrift hipster bitch in a leotard Painless, Hodgy lost his motherfucking mind because the brain left Wolf Gang got the ink on me now it's banged out Box Logo hoodie, still haven't got the stains out Congress, ah yes, I'm fuckin' with the best blondes Um yes, I am now beating off to mom sex Raquel is wrestling a prom dress While me and Ray Charles have a fucking staring contest To all the step dads in here Triple six kids got you motherfuck scared Could be worse, nigga that's absurd Nigga I am at Pharrell's tryna butt fuck nerds This just in, Tyler the Creator and Justin Bieber Was just in the room flippin' Selena Gomez Go 'head, give some, pucker up I'll fuck her up until the kids come in, umm After Tron Cat I got the rat shook and I ain't even have a hook For the white kids to sing along I don't wanna sing a song, fuck that Now cyber bully sissies on my little sister's MacBook I got you niggas nervous like a pop Tryna ask a virgin how a vegan daughter where the cock goes Wake up, wash ass, go and eat some Rosco's Head back to the studio and munch up on some tacos When I was younger I was bitchin' in Now I'm coming quicker than the shit that's swimmin' in my sock hole When them teeny boppers ain't around so Johnson and Johnson baby lotion Bead on my Johnson till my cock swole Stop sayin' sick shit it's kinda old I'm a fucking Herpe in a coma you're a common cold Have you heard my brother verse on Llama? When that nigga's home, me, him and Hodgy gonna take the game and Get a stainless steel AK and aim it To the fucking referees head and put his lifeless body In a choke hold, uh-oh, these niggas is loco Best thing smokin' is all of the tobacco Still hard to be black well Malcolm X would be proud this white bitch is getting black mailed Blue wide cracker named Ginny, and skinny And Obama wanted change, I threw a couple fucking pennies at him Just a chip off the old block Chipped tooth got some dick off my swole cock Cause I bag bitches, she's a zip off the old lock And that's just a logo on the center of that old box Oh stop, tryna be me, kids will go cop anything That I put on from the gold watch to the boxers that I put on Probably cause I'm goin harder than erect cock dick through a botox Oh shit, you're as hard as senior citizens dick Oh fuck, don't slip break hips and pop backs Show some respect to old chaps with my left fist Cause I'm the next best spitting wreck that's left here That's my ex bitch, heard she's my next bitch Have you met her mouth? No? Oh that's my bestest Bestie, and she gets beastie And she's my favorite babysitter cause the children never exit I was taught to act my shoe size, I'm eleven and a half Cock the umbrella cause when I spit Seven on your ass It's gonna be mid stage Coachella Shake faggot ass keep hatin' But I work hard for the shit that I got So I still fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Planet Earth All associates can suck cock