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tyler, the creator - diaper lyrics

[verse]
got a problem with the golf? f-ck it, then pick a spot
like you’re eating lunch and it’s brunch, we could bring the beef
and the pots and the pans, f-ck it we could bring a lot
i just want to know if you can come and suck a d-ck or not?
hit her up, pick her up in the front seat of my two seater vehicle
hit the crib, grab the cuffs, take pictures of her b-tt
where’s your mouth open up?
i just want to know if you can come and suck a d-ck or what
the f-ck am i yapping about? it don’t matter
i’m the one, hun, t is the sun and you’re saturn
better stop with all of the chit chatter, b-tch i’m the tongue
i go dumblike the mental handicaps in the house
y’all kiss b-tt like a nap on the couch
t the sh-t, i’m the weird little blah in your mouth
you better brush like hova shoulder
told you boys it never stop
i just want to know if you gon’ come and suck a d-ck or not?
pink and yellow in the fit, yeah
ballin’ now sh-t i wonder how i got here
thanks to everyone whoever gave a f-ck, yeah
a lot of n-ggas don’t know because i am, yeah
they told me to sit down, sh-t, i hate chairs
f-ck that instead i stood on their table
flog gnaw carnival, f-ck ya’ state fair
if you f-ck with the golf boys n-gga say yeah

[interlude]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
if you f-ck with the golf boys n-gga say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[outro]
y’all n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with t, man
golf boys y’all ain’t f-ckin with me, man
golf boys sorta like stevie wonder, n-ggas can’t see me
i’m the man n-gga don’t trip unless you got your bags
gotta say sh-t n-gga f-ck you and that’s it n-gga

- tyler the creator lyrics

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