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tyler, the creator – seven (og) lyrics

[verse]
i’d tell him to eat a d+ck quicker than mexicans sprint over borders
i give a f+ck like a quarter with 20 cent
at hamptons with fred hampton relaxing at happy camper
it’s the f+cking (financial aid) at hamptons wasn’t relaxing, i’m taxing
“f+ck ’em all!”‘s what i’m chanting, don’t complain, i’m just ranting
f+ck ranking, i’m the best, i’m the champion’s chariot
i’m a liar like carrey in liar liar
i’m dirtier than the sheets in the marriott, cable guy like larry
peter pan in my youth, f+cking fairies (f+cking fairies)
i’m using my tooth bait to get that b+tch t++th paste
f+ck it, odd future some n+z+s (n+z+s), black n+z+s don’t copy (copy)
we perfect, you sloppy (sloppy), hotter than saki takei (takei)
f+ck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet
screw you like a black teen on judge hatchett (b+tch)
hang with thrashers and jackers, drug dealers and crackers
ap students and slackers, i’m backwards
like jermaine dupri in ’93, escaping from concentration camps
with a f+cking girl board and a ramp
that i ordered from ccs with some diamonds that’s vvs
like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress (like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress, b+tch)
with some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny
sup on my hat like that motherf+cker friendly
white red+headed b+tch reminded me of annie
she dino like my state of mind, so yeah she understand me (yup)
f+ck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family
that’s for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntie (auntie)
wasted f+cking youth? all you old n+ggas antiques
we go skate, rape sl+ts and eat donuts from randy
b+tches like tia landry watching billy and mandy (watching billy and mandy)
motherf+ckers wanna be odd but you can’t be (can’t be, heh)
sit the f+ck down all you old n+ggas stand me, f+ggot (f+ggot, ayy)
i guess i got to be a f+cking hand+me+down rapper
from los ange’ area anytime i’m f+cking landing
f+ck (f+ck) 2dopeboyz and nahright
shoutout (shoutout) to hype trak, them motherf+ckers could never get rid of me
guess i gotta do a f+cking song with dom kennedy
get these f+cking hip hop bloggers to start feeling me
because i’m seventeen, compose my own beats
lyrically i’m dope enough to ass+f+ck the dude who made nicotine
maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some f+cking skinny jeans
and follow in your footsteps like a motherf+cking millipede
centipede, make songs about gucci and ciga+weed
jerk with my freshmen like it’s some motherf+cking little league
no, i’m not no f+cking hipster, mister
no, i’m not no f+cking kid cudi, all my f+cking fans love me
collaboration hits for fans screaming f+ck buddies (f+ck buddies, o+f)
yo, yo
i’m driving in a stolen truck, and i’m probably f+cking drunk
wasted as f+ck, can’t walk it out, dj unk (uh!)
my nose is filled with coke and my license is revoked
(shut the f+ck up!) who the f+ck told me not to spoke? (me)
f+ck everybody here, everybody vanished
i’m managed, hop off my d+ck and make a f+cking sandwich
everybody listening can suck my d+ck in spanish
(you know what? f+ck you) f+ck you (sh+t), f+ggot (f+cking b+st+rd)
[outro]
hahaha, yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record
i was, i was probably angry, probably on my period
but um, i didn’t mean to offend anyone
alright, i’m lying
o+f

- tyler the creator lyrics

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