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tyler, the creator - that guy lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
them n+ggas used to press me on the carrot+colored bus
(el segundo and prairie)
that’s why i’m paranoid now ’cause n+ggas weird and really bums
hmm (woof, woof, woof, woof, woof (hey now, say now, i’m all about my guap)
okay

[chorus]
hey now, say now, i’m all about them bands
sh+t i’m on, b+tch, you wouldn’t understand
hey now, say now, i’m all about my guap
ap, richie, hmm, not on my watch

[verse 1]
’cause brodie said “don’t even press the issue”
yellow boogers in my ear lobe, i need a tissue
oh my god, i’m really that guy, huh
yeah, b+tch, i’m outside (grr)
laferrari popping on the 40 with the 5 (ugh)
one ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million
put that lil’ maybach truck in the garage, huh
lil’ bunny hop out, you seen me at thе pop out
pandemonium screaming like thеy brought pac out
stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback
big stud energy the way i get my l!ck back, huh (ugh)
[chorus]
hey now, say now, i’m all about them bands
sh+t i’m on, b+tch, you wouldn’t understand (ugh)

[verse 2]
i’m the suspect, baby, i don’t play victim
i’ll buy that n+gga building just to evict him
what that coach+lla pay like? it was eight figures
why don’t i f+ck with them guys? ’cause i hate n+ggas
oh (oh) my (my) god (god), i’m (i’m) really (really) that (that) guy, huh
i got my chuck taylors on, but they look like loafers (hey now)
i ain’t sitting with you n+ggas, f+ck i look like, oprah?
rather put ’em in the ground, you n+ggas look like gophers (hey now)
open doors for my n+ggas, b+tch, i look like chauffeur, huh
rip the ruler, keep it sewer
stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (yeah)
oh my god, i’m really that— (man, turn this sh+t the f+ck up)
i was up at westchester dodging all the high beams
gardena swap meet, shopping bogus ice cream
i’m a hawth+rne baby, sh+t is not warm, baby
four or five main b+tches, i am not yours, baby
all these women is a habit
boyfriends mad ’cause they thought i was a f— (hey now)
hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun
you will never be the main guy, you’re a plus one
300k in four days, chromakopia (ugh)
twelve days gold, i ain’t even drop deluxe one (ugh)
sold a million tickets first day for that new stage (bink, bink, bink, bink)
want smoke? we can puff one (ugh)
one whip, two whips, black b+tch, blue strips
green face grinch, tyler on his dr. seuss sh+t
true sh+t, i can put a number where your roof is
paranoid ’cause n+ggas beef curtains, they got loose lips
oh my god (oh my god), i’m really that guy
hand claps? congrats? never said to me
put him on a pro club, that n+gga dead to me (lose my number, n+gga)
stop with that fake sh+t, stop with that fake sh+t
stop with that fake sh+t, just stop with that fake sh+t (fake sh+t)
le fleur+ got me fitted in my best
if you got a problem with me, n+gga, get it off your chest (woo)
n+gga, what?
[bridge]
(huh, huh, ooh)
get it off your chest (huh)
get it off your chest (huh, huh, ooh)
i am not a tough guy, n+gga, get it off your chest (huh, huh, huh)
i’m the type to bust on her and just l!ck it off her breast, n+gga, uh (huh, huh, huh)
i’m a freak, i don’t beef (huh, huh)
it’s a bird, it’s a plane, b+tch, it’s t (huh, huh)
cuttin’ n+ggas off, want the rope? aight, come, get it
you don’t love me, you love the optics that come with it

[outro]
uh, uh, b+tch
chromakopia, n+gga

[part ii]

[intro]
worry ’bout tomorrow

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