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tyler, the creator - burger (live) lyrics

[intro]
uh, jesus, heheh
yeah, n+gga

[verse 1]
n+gga, this is my cup, drink the cyanide up
dope as f+ck, so i would really shoot a group of guys up
deep thought i’m often lost in (f+ck it), put me next to+
still can’t tell the difference, just like asians with their eyes shut
i b+tt f+ck a couple rots in the wendy’s parking lot
barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling
c+ck+a+doodle, eatin’ toaster strudel
at a nude beach in rome, in a black bape spaghetti strap made of ramen noodles
my b+tch is bad, mixed with a thicky ass
got my d+cky rocky, this will end up in a sticky blast
chris brown, mask on my face, now i’m kicking ass
life’s a b+tch, f+ck college, mommy, i am ditching class
i rathеr be happy than f+cking forty
so f+ck that teacher’s lеcture, i’m having sydney record me
for the 2dope– (they didn’t like it) oh, well
i’ll just get double xl to write us a f+cking story

[chorus]
it’s sitting right in my lap, i see it (hey)
scribbled across the lines, i read it (hey)
i’m the f+cking poet who knows it, you know it, you bogus
comprehend the language (hey)
you scared of war? i’m all anxious
we got the angus if you want beef, n+gga (hey)
now that’s a burger for your ass, n+gga (slice the onions)
now that’s a burger for your ass, n+gga (put on the cheese)
oh, now that’s a burger for your ass, n+gga (where’s the barbecue sauce?)
have that burger, eat it fast, b+tch

- tyler the creator lyrics

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