Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator - Who Dat Boy lyrics
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Yo, who dat boy? Who him is? Him that nig-ga, I swear Stand up guy, him don't need no chair Well, where the f**k him at? 'Cause nigga, I'm right here I don't shop at the mall, all y'all just Dumb mothaf**ka 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 Bitch gon' and make the deposit Nigga 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', nigga, I'm runnin' Shit, that cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston Won't stop 'til the cops surround him One nigga jiggy and the other awesome With his f**kin' 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? Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is? Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga? Why you niggas feel like that? Mad 'cause a nigga's neck chill like that Mad 'cause a nigga push weight like that? Why you puttin' bad vibes in the air like that? Nigga who dem boys? Who dem is? Nigga, who dem is? Who else step in this bitch this jig? Who else your bitch say got a bick this big? Who else came through with a wrist this flick? Nigga, Guess my pants, do my dance Spin around, bitch, you can kiss my ass Never seen your nigga in this much Raf Still doin' math when I miss my class Was it Summertime '06, had the number 9 Nigga, never mind, wasn't nothin' but time before Vince Had the Gucci gold tips with the letterman Nigga, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time Fresh freshmen 'til they skipped my ass Senior citizen, don't forget my pass Been that nigga and you knew that there Make the dick disappear, how she do that there?