sandwitches – tyler, the creator текст песни

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(feat. hodgy beats)

[intro: tyler]
n-gg- had the f-cking nerve to call me immature
f-ck you think i made odd future for?
to wear f-cking suits and make good decisions?
f-ck that n-gg-, wolf gang

[verse 1: tyler]
who the f-ck invited mr. i don’t give a f-ck
who cries about his daddy and a blog because his music sucks? (i did!)
well, you f-cking up, and truthfully i had enough
and f-ck rolling papers, i’m a rebel, b-tch, i’m ashing blunts (sorry)
full of sh-t, like i ate that john
come on kids, f-ck that cl-ss and hit that bong
let’s buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
with nice homes, 41k’s, and nice -ss lawns
those privileged f-cks got to learn that we ain’t taking no sh-t
like ellen degeneres cl-toris is playing with d-ck
i’m jealous as sh-t, cause i ain’t got no home meal to come to
so, if you do, i’m throwing fingers out screaming “f-ck you”
i got ten of these kennedy’s
not dom, but if i was a dahm, i would be jeffery
‘preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
i’m f-cking ’bout it, ’bout it, like i’m master p in ’96
it’s f-cking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking d-cks
surprised she hasn’t taked the nasty d-ck inside her alley you
the golf wang hooligans, is f-cking up the school again
and showing you and yours that breaking rules is f-cking cool again
i’m going harder than a midget jumping over me
chronic youth, i’m shoving blunt wraps in b-tches ovaries
punches to the stomach where that b-st-rd kid supposed to be
f-ck a mask, i want that ho to know it’s me, ugh

wolf gang, wolf gang
it’s the wolf gang, wolf gang
it’s the wolf gang, it’s the wolf gang
it’s the wolf gang, golf wang
it’s the wolf gang, wolf gang
wolf gang, triple six crew
it’s the wolf gang, golf wang
wolf gang kill them

[verse 2: hodgy]
my love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in he-rs-s
i’m sick in the brain dumb b-tch, can you nurse this?
you told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
then you smoke a j of weed, and take his kids to the churches
uh, f-ck church, they singing and the sh-t ain’t even worth it
in the choir, wh-r-s and liars, sc-mbags and the dirt, b-tch
you told me god was the answer
when i ask him for sh-t, i get no answer, so god is the cancer
i’m stuck in triangles, looking for my angel
kill me with a chainsaw, and let my b-lls dangle
triple six is my number, you can get it off my tumblr


[verse 3: hodgy]
it was hilarious, well it ain’t f-cking funny now
i’ll push this f-cking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
i step through the stomach, replace the baby with some f-cking pounds
“my baby daddy shoot bricks, the n-gg- also shoot rounds”
cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks
i’m right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

free earl, that’s the f-cking sh-t
and if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered d-cks
um, wolf gang, that’s the f-cking clique
golf wang kill them all n-gg-, triple six
f-ck 2dopeboyz, all them n-gg-s b-tches
we don’t need y’all, the fader’s who we really f-cking with, b-tch

and we don’t f-cking make horrorcore, you f-cking idiots
listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box

- tyler the creator текст песни