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tyler the creator - steak sauce lyrics

“steak sauce”

rollin’ in a golden tacoma, the sh-t’s stolen
if that b-tch tell on me, i’ma do a f-ckin’ drive-by in her colon
with my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
like chris brown when rihanna got her f-ckin’ -ss beat
f-ck jeeves ask me for advice, if i’m not reading advice
i’m squatting down, picking cracker b-tches scalp for some lice
everything that i write is dope because the pipe
and nope you can’t have a hit unless you gimme the light
we be burnin’ dirty rocks with a light switch
b-tch n-gg-, you about as hard as a dikes cl-t
i’m goin’ as hard as bishop eddie longs john
after i bought a sidekick and sent that f-g some nice pics
they say i try too godd-mn hard
no sh-t, i want a grammy you d-mn r-t-rd
you can’t be great when you settle for flea bargain
unless you’re a thrift hipster b-tch in a leotard
painless, hodgy lost his motherf-cking mind because the brain left
wolf gang got the ink on me now it’s banged out
box logo hoodie, still haven’t got the stains out
congress, ah yes, i’m f-ckin’ with the best blondes
um yes, i am now beating off to mom s-x
raquel is wrestling a prom dress
while me and ray charles have a f-cking staring contest
to all the step dads in here
triple six kids got you motherf-ck scared
could be worse, n-gg- that’s absurd
n-gg- i am at pharrell’s tryna b-tt f-ck nerds
this just in, tyler the creator and justin bieber
was just in the room flippin’ selena gomez
go ‘head, give some, pucker up
i’ll f-ck her up until the kids come in, umm
after tron cat i got the rat shook and i ain’t even have a hook
for the white kids to sing along
i don’t wanna sing a song, f-ck that
now cyber bully sissies on my little sister’s macbook
i got you n-gg-s nervous like a pop
tryna ask a virgin how a vegan daughter where the c-ck goes
wake up, wash -ss, go and eat some rosco’s
head back to the studio and munch up on some tacos
when i was younger i was b-tchin’ in
now i’m coming quicker than the sh-t that’s swimmin’ in my sock hole
when them teeny boppers ain’t around so johnson and johnson baby lotion
bead on my johnson till my c-ck swole
stop sayin’ sick sh-t it’s kinda old
i’m a f-cking herpe in a coma you’re a common cold
have you heard my brother verse on llama?
when that n-gg-‘s home, me, him and hodgy gonna take the game and
get a stainless steel ak and aim it
to the f-cking referees head and put his lifeless body
in a choke hold, uh-oh, these n-gg-s is loco
best thing smokin’ is all of the tobacco
still hard to be black well
malcolm x would be proud this white b-tch is getting black mailed
blue wide cracker named ginny, and skinny
and obama wanted change, i threw a couple f-cking pennies at him
just a chip off the old block
chipped tooth got some d-ck off my swole c-ck
cause i bag b-tches, she’s a zip off the old lock
and that’s just a logo on the center of that old box
oh stop, tryna be me, kids will go cop anything
that i put on from the gold watch to the boxers that i put on
probably cause i’m goin harder than erect c-ck d-ck through a botox
oh sh-t, you’re as hard as senior citizens d-ck
oh f-ck, don’t slip break hips and pop backs
show some respect to old chaps with my left fist
cause i’m the next best spitting wreck thats left here
that’s my ex b-tch, heard she’s my next b-tch
have you met her mouth? no? oh that’s my bestest
bestie, and she gets beastie
and she’s my favorite babysitter cause the children never exit
i was taught to act my shoe size, i’m eleven and a half
c-ck the umbrella cause when i spit seven on your -ss
it’s gonna be mid stage coach-lla
shake f-ggot -ss keep hatin’
but i work hard for the sh-t that i got
so i still f-ck 2dopeboyz and f-ck planet earth
all -ssociates can suck c-ck

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