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tyler, the creator - sleep freestyle lyrics

[intro]
you on the internet and sh-t and uh… these motherf-ckers be posting videos of songs like: “uh, oh, uh, this the motherf-cking blame it on the throne freestyle”. n-gga, that wasn’t a f-ckin’ freestyle, n-gga, you pre-wrote that sh-t and just spitted it on a f-cking camera. i don’t really get why these motherf-cking rappers just like… they, they don’t wanna freestyle no more, it’s like, you ain’t got no more n-ggas that can really f-cking spit of the top of the dome. so this n-gga left brain gave a f-cking beat, alright, i really liked this sh-t, i’ll just f-cking freestyle on it and this n-gga f-cking hodgy beats, i don’t know why the f-ck he’s in here but he just gonna f-cking nail it. so uuuhhh…

[verse 1]
yo, (yo), yo, (yeah), yo, (yo)
your b-tch pretty, she pretty
and now she’s screaming, now i fill her up with s-m-n
all she see is sea man
now you hear her voice, no pro-choice
no odd pro-abortion on this boat
b-tch calm down, down
krusty the clown will make you laugh
laugh, finger in your -ss
now you like “woah, hold up
mister, i don’t know your name”
b-tch, shut the f-ck up, you’re on a train
just to death chop your body up and put it in the freezer
bleed her
before i k!ll her, f-ck her just to please her
no condom, i just might disease her
and if that f-cking happen, f-ck it
she’ll be dead, chopped up in my motherf-cking freezer
you can f-ckin’ get the vanilla, manelly lisa
alisa, here you wanna sample, n-gga, try it
kinda like a printer, n-gga fire, i’m the dentist
n-ggas looking at me
hair nappy, here’s a brush
but she don’t wanna rush
cuz if i f-cking bust, quick
she’s gonna be p-ssed
but then i pull out, f-ck, i can’t have blue b-lls
so b-tch start sucking my d-ck
and then she f-cking l!ck
i bust up on her face, now she looking like michael, jackson
jackson, now i sound like toni braxton
deep voice, motherf-cker
f-ck, i had her sucking on my wrapped lollipop
like it’s a sucker, motherf-cker
(b-tch)

[verse 2]
back for round two, i found you
you tryna run, but i found blue
yellows over there
and the motherf-cking field where
the n-ggas wear colored pants, jerking, pop pills
i’m on the other side
where all the n-ggas ride, the n-ggas skate
but we take indy b-tches with high gpas up on a date
where n-ggas smoke blunts and sniff c0ke
where the motherf-cking freestyles are never wrote
or written, i’m livin’
n-gga sh-ttin’ while i’m p-ssin’
on they face, mace
here you call the cops
here’s my phone, i’ll catch your case
but i got a good lawyer so my f-cking record erase
just like a f-cking pencil, i mental
left brain laced this instrumental, with some sh-t that’s so illegal, that
he gon have to go and fly over seas like an eagle
in the winta, decemba, imba, limpa
kick him in the leg now he limpa, impa
n-ggas rollin round, nipsey hussle in the impala
lookin at me while i style on ya
oh, you mad cause i’m styling on you?
plus the call is on me?
4-5in on em
gnolly tricks on ya b-tch, girl-boy lookin clean cause
you already know my hat green, and that sh-t staying supreme
uh
you can’t f-ck with it, you little h-b
you hate me, a-c, l-b, h-b
c-v, super 3 and bran’doom deshay
with my n-gga domo the gene’says, you
hate on the o-f, that’s the best letter in the world
and i’m better better, than your better girl
she the best i’ve ever had. i—cough cough-
asthma- -cough- f-ck it, i’m coughin
this the re’free- -cough cough- oh sh-t
-cough cough- i’m bout to hit it back. -cough.-
i said, this the re-freestyle
no written
i spit all my sh-t from the dome
home like a motherf-cker n-gga leavin his college, for good
in the hood
i’m from ladera, not from anglewood
hawth-rne couple times, go the city where i be
even up in hollywood, you could find me
i’m not a f-cking cliche
e-shay, e, a, ohhh f-ck it i’m over it
i got work tomorrow
left brain let me get a beat to borrow
just so i could spit the sh-t quick
b-tches with some big lips, yeah she got some big lips
a nice small tongue, for this over-sized big d-ck
size 12 in the shoe, 32 in the jeans
skinny as f-ck motherf-cking t-shirt a 2x, yes
and you could ask anybody here that’s daily
b-tches feel me, f-cking ipods wanna play me
ask me why i cuss so much
f-ck, sh-t, c-nt and d-ck
now shut the f-ck up b-tch
eat a f-cking d-ck in a blanket
i be on that stank sh-t
f-ck everybody here
what the f-ck i look like thankin’?

ohh sh-t, the beat ended, f-ck

- tyler the creator lyrics

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