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earlwolf - orange juice lyrics

[intro: tyler, the creator]
alright, um, wolf haley, odd future, wolf gang n-gga
you know what, you know, f-ck it
i don’t even wanna go
i’m gonna let my little brother earl sweatshirt get on you n-ggas
hey earl, hit em…

[verse 1: earl sweatshirt]
so i’m guessing there’s questions that need addressing, huh?
like how we fresh in our adolescence and wrecking ’em
hand ’em tracks, he destined to make a mess of ’em
snapping necks and records in matter of seconds, check ’em son
lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun
f-cking chin-checking punks ’til he’s outta breath and done
no fx, in these doper than sess sessions son
chilling for a while on a pile of the rest of ’em
let the crowd choose who can f-cking last longer
it’s the rap monger, rap monster, earl sweat, attack, conquer
lose least, n-ggas lost like the last blanca chica
that we picked up at the last concert
please, get out your seat, get out your seat, verses written with scalpels
he’s the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony
how come he’s not in counseling? f-cker’s loud while he’s sound asleep
heard he was dope as sour d, n-gga, was courage cowardly?
stay gold, alchemy, n-gga we rap’s alpha team
mr. teen and mr. t with a mouth full of powder
and a nose full of chowder, he’s chopping up all the doubters see
now watch him count the bodies like b-tches be counting calories

[verse 2: tyler the creator]
f-ck with the wolves, we starting to bark viciously
catch us in a pile of bodies where dead b-tches be
box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand
that b-st-rd was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
had to duct tape the mother goose; the mask was off
i stumbled down a hill then i had jill jack me off
harder than my d-ck when taylor swift is in my bas-m-nt
cause i’ve been doing this since pooh f-cked christopher robinson
wolf gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly
dirty rotten n-gga picked it from a cotton gin
do not give a f-ck i’ve got the swagger of a virgin’s d-ck
but if i did it would be bigger than earl’s upper lip
sip sizzurp, supreme on my shizzirt
i munch a bunch of tacos with waverly’s favorite wizard
the favorite n-gga turned into freddy kruger
and this that raw sh-t, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer
from the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks
beat like the brown lip balm that was made for rihanna
all you f-cking bloggin’ f-ggots yappin’ up that extra sh-t
i’ll shove b-st-rd down your throat, regurgitate my excrement
them 2dopeboyz is fairies they’re peter like boysenberries
meka scary, turn his white -ss to a jim carrey twin
a f-ckin’ sausage fest will them shaky n-ggas get married then
2dopeboyz don’t want beef, they’re just overweight vegetarians

[outro: tyler, the creator]
f-cking f-ggots
wolf gang, k!ll ’em all
don’t give a f-ck, litter life
earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator
i mean, wolf haley
f-cking radical

[outro: jasper dolphin]
haha n-ggas murdered this sh-t, know what i’m saying
odd future wolf gang, know what i’m saying
f-ck them dope f-ggots my n-ggas
we don’t give a f-ck n-gga, we a wolf pack my n-gga, we keep you up barking and sh-t n-gga
n-ggas, little n-ggas doing it big, know what i’m saying, y’all n-ggas 40 and sh-t still in the game
these young n-ggas come outta nowhere taking out all that sh-t, know what i’m saying
give me a iced out motherf-cking odd future donut chain, like f-ck everybody else n-gga, wolf gang

- earlwolf lyrics

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