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xfruge - cold shoulder lyrics

[verse: tyler, the creator]
n-ggas give me the cold shoulder, i can speak for myself
so i keep a high waist and alligator the belt
and got a belt with the holster, i ain’t playing games
but got some lil’ n-ggas who would do it so i p-ss the controller
you get pressed and x out, tri-angle your nose
pause your life if you squares try to mess with my o’s, whoa
so cut the cr-p like sh-t barbers
cause we really with the beef like closeted g-y fathers
n-gga we get dollars, give ’em to ben baller
exchange for them chains that’s all shiny with thick water
i got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
my whip clean, and they all white, i whip cream
and cop boys and i joy stick, i whip cream and cop cribs
i got more sp-ce than big jeans, y’all sleeping on me
explain why they got sh-t dreams
i’m alien, got the laser gun with the big beam
married to the money, my b-tch green
no i don’t sip lean, but ride around in rockets like yao ming
y’all n-ggas weak
they thought i was goofy and all mouses
double c my luggage and fill them with comme blouses
y’all cop kush, my n-gga i cop houses
and fill ’em with some leo dicap’s and some cole sprouses, n-gga

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