tyler the creator – garbage lyrics
h-llo, i’m a salesman sort of a giant
i sell molly and mary and other various items
one time one guy came to where i’m residing
and i didn’t invite him so instead tried to fight him
i got violent, long story short he’s not breathing
for some reason i liked it and it was really exciting
couldn’t stop the addiction and the irony is
a couple junkies went missing and i know right where they’re hiding
dope in the bag, pretty b-tch on the side
i sell dope in the back if you tryna get high
dope in the bag, pretty b-tch on the side
i sell dope in the back if you tryna get high
dope in the bag, pretty b-tch on the side
i sell dope in the back if you tryna get high
dope in the bag, pretty b-tch on the side
i sell dope in the back if you tryna get high
dope in the bag, pretty b-tch on the side
i sell dope in the back if you tryna get high
task force poured into my fortress
found some lipstick, a couple corpses
b-tches was harmed and they couldn’t reach the alarm
i’m ripping sockets out like i had f-cking problems with arms
they found a couple portraits on the porch
but they don’t check up under the floor
it’s bodies and hotties and we was raging i’m gauging a shotty
hit so many b-tches i was pimping like scotty
i’m a bull, red, p-ss me off
like that lipstick position when she kissed me
so i bit ’em off, they was too soft, i’m a wolf
and a designer mixing skin, cotton, leather, and wool
and most people like flying kites, riding bikes in the woods
baking cake ’cause its good, i mean i would if i could
but i like playing dress up and mix match
sorry, i’mma ‘fess up, you aren’t getting your kids back
dope in the bag, pretty b-tch on the side
i sell dope in the back if you tryna get high
dope in the bag, pretty b-tch on the side
i sell dope in the back if you tryna get high
dope in the bag, pretty b-tch on the side
i sell dope in the back if you tryna get high
dope in the bag, pretty b-tch on the side
i sell dope in the back if you tryna get high
what’s in my trunk?
white, girl
what’s in my trunk?
white, girl
you need a warrant, officer
you could say i kill ’em if my product doesn’t
couple bas-m-nt stairs where i drug them, down
it’s pretty disgusting, finger ‘cross your face
i’ll leave you permanently blushing, blood
nosebleed drugs, cook you in the oven, yeah
Random Lyrics
- t gaines – better than hov lyrics
- dd – in this thang lyrics
- ricky hil – this morning lyrics
- black dave – take it back lyrics
- earl sweatshirt – sasquatch lyrics
- rayven justice – show up lyrics
- chubby jag – all me lyrics
- baby cris – pinky promise lyrics
- baby cris – my queen lyrics
- shaggy – call of the nite lyrics