tyler the creator – trashwang lyrics
sawed-off i eat those
these clothes they free though
straight from the back of the supreme store
don’t give a f-ck about these hoes
hold on, run that sh-t back
(this is a dj stank daddy exclusive)
i want the black kids to like me for this one, man
trash w-ng
illegal civ
golf w-ng
(screaming throughout the whole song)
b-tch i’m with the f-cking extras
big dog, cup full of egg nog
don’t give a f-ck ’bout sh-t but clips and
camp flog gnaw
sawed-off i eat those
these clothes they free though
straight from the back of the supreme store
don’t give a f-ck about these hoes
they just slob kn-b in new york shows
thirsty for the cl-t till i’m not flow
frigid jordan trip, b-tch i got it poppin’
me and jasper goin’ coffee shoppin’
nose to the board see a lotta boxes
b-tches see a boy and their mouths are frothing
chains glossin’
b-tch
trash w-ng n-gg-s
thrilla we da killa
you can tell ’em, “golf w-ng
and buy the f-cking stickers”
of or wolf gang
my n-gg-s is my n-gg-s
don’t let the skateboards fool you
know n-gg-s that pull triggers
trash w-ng, n-gg-, that’s what’s up
trash w-ng, n-gg-, that’s what’s up
trash w-ng, n-gg-, that’s what’s up
trash w-ng, n-gg-, roll a blunt
trash w-ng, n-gg-, that’s what’s up
trash w-ng, n-gg-, that’s what’s up
trash w-ng, n-gg-, that’s what’s up
trash w-ng, n-gg-, roll a blunt
wolf gang, golf w-ng, yeah, them n-gg-s are swell
tighter than a straight n-gg- goin’ to jail
locked in a box, n-gg-, off them socks
i can finally afford the bail
my b-tches are bad
she’s pretty normal looking with a real nice -ss
now hop off my d-ck, with it
we, b-tch, mob, task, force, lil, b, n-gg-
speaking of the devil
y’all n-gg-s cornier than kettle
y’all couldn’t smoke crack or heroin in a black ops plane and reach my level
ate some bugs and i made some carats
f-ck y’all n-gg-s’ bullsh-t, y’all cherish
i’m 21, i threw a party but…
difference is, y’all didn’t have a ferris
wheel
b-tches dancing i’m back n-gg-
i face that
just cop that motherf-cker bimmer n-gg-
i race that
keep talking that sh-t
i’ll pull your card
get chipped like that n-gg- from stomp the yard
don’t f-ck with jasper
he a r-t-rd
he and his mother f-cking grandma have your family scarred
might f-ck around and be a goat named felicia
sorry, got a little excited
it’s probably all the meth walt jr. provided
wolf gang, up in this b-tch
red riding hood is p-ssed
somebody tell tegan and sara to come and suck a-
trash w-ng, n-gg-, that’s what’s up
trash w-ng, n-gg-, that’s what’s up
trash w-ng, n-gg-, that’s what’s up
trash w-ng, n-gg-, roll a blunt
trash w-ng, n-gg-, that’s what’s up
trash w-ng, n-gg-, that’s what’s up
trash w-ng, n-gg-, that’s what’s up
trash w-ng, n-gg-, roll a blunt
beamers for days
white b-tches is slaves
n-gg-s ain’t with that warfare
my goons got aim
100 racks before 18
200 before i hit 6 feet
n-gg- we bout it bout it
yo b-tch try to suck my d-ck
hold up my chain
versace flocka flame
pull up in the tank
c-ck back and aim (ouch)
spit my verse on the gold flame
i’m loading up the nine shouting golf w-ng
your b-tch tattoo
it say my name
sachee santana
n-gg- bird game
supreme team
selling veil
paying all these ratchet’s phone bills
(what) yeah
y’all n-gg-s thought it was a game
we shutting the motherf-cking sh-t down now n-gg-
it’s over for you b-tch n-gg-s
i’m here with my n-gg- nasty nak’, mr. versace
wolf haley in this motherf-cker
jasper the motherf-cking dolphin
and my n-gg-, mike g
we taking this sh-t over
its shut down for you b-tch n-gg-s
i got the tech
im bustin’ at y’all b-tches heads n-gg-
f-ck all you n-gg-s
its gettin’ hot in here
odd future wolf gang bruh we kill ’em all
golf w-ng sticker on that trash w-ng
n-gg- knows that of poppin loiter squad, flog gnaw
ofwgkta yeah you n-gg-s know them seven letters long
yeah, wolf gang up in this b-tch
golf w-ng up in this b-tch
litter life up in this b-tch
ofm, banging on your motherf-ckin’ fm
n-gg-, f-ck you thought this was n-gg-
haha
click-click (gunshot)
what the f-ck was that
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