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tyler, the creator - tamale (live) lyrics

[intro]
tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale!

[verse 1]
they say i’ve calmed down since the last album
well, l!ck my d+ck, how does that sound? um
smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
and i don’t give a sh+t, bend my r+ct+m
somebody said bands make her dance
she thinks you’re getting cash, no, b+tch, you’re dumb
the only thing that you’re gonna get is this d+ck
wait, turn this up, b+tch, this my jam (where the drums at?)
here, take a godd+mn picture
and tell spike lee he’s a godd+mn nigger
and while you’re at it, pass the lotion
and fapping and xbox live, that fun
before i cum, i call your sister
when she comes over, i take picture
instantly put it on instagram
and suplex her off a building if i get banned

[chorus]
tamale! tamale! tamale! tamale!
why y’all so salty?
hot tamale is on
a can of beans, b+tch, i’m on
your boy is bad to the bone
[verse 2]
bring back the h+rns that was played in the beginning
and tell tony parker that i found his vision
and if he’s tripping off my sneak dissing
then he has to deal with me and my minions
tryna get a bimmer, e46
have you heard “48”? motherf+cker, i’m great
golf w+ng prints always cover the sleeves
from cuts for the biebs, ’cause he’s puffin’ the trees, please
f+ck i look like? got a new bike
tire never pop like the p+ss on a butch dyk+
think i give a f+ck, i do, i go raw
then i bust in her jaw like (f+ck that disease)
my urethra, hole that i pee from
bigger than the obese neck on aretha
now turn that snare down, i’m back like i’m rosa parks fare
on the same d+mn bus like, “you’re going to jail now”

[chorus]
tamale! tamale! tamale! tamale!
why y’all so salty?
hot tamale is on
a can of beans, b+tch, i’m on
your boy is bad to the bone

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