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tyler, the creator – sipping on some syrup lyrics

[verse 1]
tall skinny flaco, that’s for my n-gga paco
i enchilada b-tches and i’m eating up they taco
“eat me, beat me like chris did rhi-rhi”
f u, of to the m-th-f-cking d-e-a-t
hd-ice cream is tasty
the paley pink p-ssy on these white b-tches is pasty
herpes, i probably got, sickness it’s probably snot
dripping and you being iller than me, probably not
i’m snorting lines of c0key, i do the hokey pokey
dumber than corny jokester, h-rny hoes wanna poke me
i’m dope you wanna smoke me, you don’t know the effects
of an -ssh0l- perspective, f-ck respect
i think my asthma flaring, but sarah wasn’t caring
she left, so i beat my f-cking meat just like abusive parents
hot like fahrenheit, i’m tight just like virgin tw-t
f-cking awesome that i am but a lot of swag that i’m not
ace the creator, chronic m-st-rbator

[verse 2]
i’m sipping on some, p-ssing on some, kissing on some b-tch
that i just met and i’mma f-ck her, cause she wet
i use no rubber and i make it stretch like flubber, what you thought
“i’m not under-covers” just like the cosby sheet on my c-ck like police be
y’all n-ggas see me, ac, of,f-ck it

[verse 3]
macaroni, i’m h-rny, these b-tches on me like herpes
these b-tches coughing i’ll eat they coochie, i’m burping like burpie
these n-ggas looking at me like i’m ernie, but i’m more berthy
sh-t that i’m rocking it ticking and tocking
no watch and no chain, i do not make it rain, i bring the drought
cause it’s money i’m without, the shoes is f-cking beat up
the dirties f-cking heat up, them nolly treasures see us
the “f-ck you buster” skate video coming, two-thousand and nine
we fine, we flying high, in the sky
naw we flying in ocean, the potion, i got the motion like
piano keys got these b-tches on they knees
begging please like uno, dos, tres, three
mexican b-tches they love the c-ck like they love the cheese
from overseas back to africa-ca, i slappy ya
like a kung-fu movie actor, get my fist and we attacking y’all
y’all, naw, n-gga no skinny jeans over here
y’all n-ggas is queer, jerking with other n-ggas
working with them other n-ggas, broke as f-ck
not counting figures but guess what, i’m happy with life
me and n-ggas ballin’ we broke though, we got yo ho though
yellow t-shirts, like egg yolk though
f-cking clean, you know the hat it stay supreme
the f-cking closet full of freshjive, bape and ice cream
half of it no charge, half it no barge
half of it discount, half of it at bargain
n-ggas is looking at us wishing they charge, like a charge car
but they can’t cause this my credit card
y’all n-ggas got blue sh-t, y’all not using them black cards
all y’all n-ggas front when in ya heels
while all y’all acting harder than d-cks when they see a…b-tch
jasper what up n-gga

[verse 4 – with jasper dolphin]
introducing, the shortest, oldest n-gga i know, jasper the dolphin
still 17…???
yo, i don’t know how to rap but, f-ck it, it’s time to do some new sh-t in my life
box, crip
i’m in ladera cripping, i’ve got that box (laughs)

- tyler the creator lyrics

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