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tyler, the creator - okra lyrics

[intro]
and let it go (ayo)
i cut off some friends, where they go
(did this sh-t in one take, ayo)
i stick to the plan, that’s the goal (ayy we got that fire sh-t n-gg-)
f-ck these n-gg-s man (run it)

[verse 1]
check my bankroll, ayo 400k for vehicle
paintjob look like ashy ankles on django, interior look mango
shotgun grape, he look like mayo
golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like kayo corp
we aim at dorks, get out the way, yo
keep them bucks in banks like yayo
swampy n-gg-s out the bayou, pockets flooded y’all be dilute
watered down, i’m big mac
i’m quarter pound, you chicken nugget
f-ck it, travel bag balenciaga, 30,000 just for luggage
financial advisor buggin’, flower boy is buzzin’
grammy-nominated, tell yo cousin ain’t n-body f-ckin’ with him

[chorus]
man, now they go
i cut off some friends, where they go
i stick to the plan, that’s the goal
f-ck these n-gg-s man, that’s for sure (say)

[verse 2]
uno the shoe, red with the blue
look like a flag what the f-ck it do
golf be the set, no more of
like ron artest b-tch we aim for your neck
give a f-ck about you or your respect, yeah that way
f-ck your accolades but i made the cut like i pack a blade
you could call me brush, i’ve been makin’ waves
since ashley banks’ cousin had a fade but that’s ’92, i’m ’91
watts riot in my blood, n-gg- what’s up
and that p-ssy pink like the drink in my cup
lemonade, yeah it’s minute maid, i been gettin’ paid
pockets gainin’ weight
your bank statements on mary kate, but that’s up to you

[chorus]
man, now they go
(i ain’t f-ckin’ with none of these n-gg-s, man)
i cut off some friends, where they go
(yeah, give these n-gg-s information n-gg-)
i stick to the plan, that’s the goal
(now we never f-ckin’ stop)
f-ck these (ayo) n-gg-s man, that’s for sure (ayo)

[verse 3]
tell tim chalamet to come get at me
skin glowin’, clear of acne
diamonds see-through, so holographic
red ones look like aidan mackey, spent dinero like taxi driver
handmade is that thing with tires but i rode the bike
and vill tail behind me
and he got the cannon like he bagged mariah
yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation
he will go grab the iron and he do what i says like simon (no violence)
and my b-tch mixed like jambalaya
man f-ck with the fam, we in j-pan
b-tch you’re a b-m, see you don’t understand
yeah, i cut off some friends t, where you been?
b-tch i’m in bel-air, been lookin’ for land
need a spot in the hills, not the beach, need a pool
just to cool it, i do need the gr-ss, not the sand
got enough rocks, see, check my hand
and i got crack, watch how i talk
and it’s still wolf gang, b-tch, watch how i bark
wallace still trippin’ on sh-t that i bought
but, i really do not care the cost ’cause okra

[outro]
man, now they go
i cut off some friends
tyler, the creator raps about his s-xuality & the end of odd future on “okra”

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