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tyler, the creator - slow it down lyrics

we come through throbbing like thunder storms
make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
i’m too explosive for your ears like i’m throwing bombs
with the exclusive on the channel, b-tch i know it’s on
n-gg-s get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-poms
suck a d-ck, eat salaam getting they nails done in salons
hodgy beats is like limp balm
if you talk sh-t, i’ll make you cry and tell your big moms
i got nice hands, n-gg-s eat out my big palms
haters must be starving nowadays i make california vietnam
and i’m going to embalm my creativity
into a cd-rom, so you can feel this sh-t i’m on

turn it up, where’s the b-ss?
bring the keys, yeah
turn it up, where’s the b-ss?
bring the keys, oh my god
turn it up n-gg-, where’s the b-ss?
could you bring the keys? yeah
turn it up, n-gg- where’s the b-ss?
drop the drums

pink chinchilla, something like thrilla
my t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla
you n-gg-s all hype like you drink a cup of splenda
but i ate the whole plate like a fat b-tch dinner
i’m never the winner, always the loser
i don’t choose to win, but i will choose her
her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna
i never use a fork i always spoon her
go nuts, instrumental flow much
european model white b-tch is eating donuts
f-ck you f-ggots, i’m with a fat b-tch
making sh-t come like i’m go-go gadget
i’m mental, it’s instrumental
make your b-tches’ therapist ask for dental records
and i hope this record have you stabbing n-gg-s with colored pencils

yo, bubble gum that reese’s pieces
you fail at life, i’ll mug your teachers
i’ve got muslims calling on jesus
i f-cked kelly, where is regis?
found alicia, now she keyless
cold as ice, and now i’m creamless
murdered every bod from my squad
so technically, now i’m teamless, o.f. is so prestigious

- tyler the creator lyrics

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