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tyler the creator – sandwitches lyrics

“sandwitches”
(feat. hodgy beats)

[intro: tyler]
n-gg- had the f-cking nerve to call me immature
f-ck you think i made odd future for?
to wear f-cking suits and make good decisions?
f-ck that n-gg-, wolf gang

[verse 1: tyler]
who the f-ck invited mr. i don’t give a f-ck
who cries about his daddy and a blog because his music sucks? (i did!)
well, you f-cking up, and truthfully i had enough
and f-ck rolling papers, i’m a rebel, b-tch, i’m ashing blunts (sorry)
full of sh-t, like i ate that john
come on kids, f-ck that cl-ss and hit that bong
let’s buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
with nice homes, 41k’s, and nice -ss lawns
those privileged f-cks got to learn that we ain’t taking no sh-t
like ellen degeneres cl-toris is playing with d-ck
i’m jealous as sh-t, cause i ain’t got no home meal to come to
so, if you do, i’m throwing fingers out screaming “f-ck you”
i got ten of these kennedy’s
not dom, but if i was a dahm, i would be jeffery
‘preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
i’m f-cking ’bout it, ’bout it, like i’m master p in ’96
it’s f-cking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking d-cks
surprised she hasn’t taked the nasty d-ck inside her alley you
the golf w-ng hooligans, is f-cking up the school again
and showing you and yours that breaking rules is f-cking cool again
i’m going harder than a midget jumping over me
chronic youth, i’m shoving blunt wraps in b-tches ovaries
punches to the stomach where that b-st-rd kid supposed to be
f-ck a mask, i want that ho to know it’s me, ugh

[hook]
wolf gang, wolf gang
it’s the wolf gang, wolf gang
it’s the wolf gang, it’s the wolf gang
it’s the wolf gang, golf w-ng
it’s the wolf gang, wolf gang
wolf gang, triple six crew
it’s the wolf gang, golf w-ng
wolf gang kill them

[verse 2: hodgy]
my love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in he-rs-s
i’m sick in the brain dumb b-tch, can you nurse this?
you told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
then you smoke a j of weed, and take his kids to the churches
uh, f-ck church, they singing and the sh-t ain’t even worth it
in the choir, wh-r-s and liars, sc-mbags and the dirt, b-tch
you told me god was the answer
when i ask him for sh-t, i get no answer, so god is the cancer
i’m stuck in triangles, looking for my angel
kill me with a chainsaw, and let my b-lls dangle
triple six is my number, you can get it off my tumblr

[hook]

[verse 3: hodgy]
it was hilarious, well it ain’t f-cking funny now
i’ll push this f-cking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
i step through the stomach, replace the baby with some f-cking pounds
“my baby daddy shoot bricks, the n-gg- also shoot rounds”
cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks
i’m right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

[tyler]
free earl, that’s the f-cking sh-t
and if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered d-cks
um, wolf gang, that’s the f-cking clique
golf w-ng kill them all n-gg-, triple six
f-ck 2dopeboyz, all them n-gg-s b-tches
we don’t need y’all, the fader’s who we really f-cking with, b-tch

[outro]
and we don’t f-cking make horrorcore, you f-cking idiots
listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box

- tyler the creator lyrics

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