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yabujin - tyler.the.creator - ｓｌｅｅｐ lyrics

[verse 1: tyler, the creator, (hodgy)]
(whoa!)
yo, (yo,) yo, (yeah,) yo, (yo)
your b+tch pretty, she pretty, and now she screamin’
now i fill her up with s+m+n, all she see is sea, man (yo)
now you hear her voice, no pro+choice
no odd pro+abortion on this boat
b+tch, calm down, down, krusty the clown makin’ you laugh (heh, yeah)
laugh, finger in your ass, now you like “woah, hold up” (woah)
“mister, i don’t know your name”
b+tch, shut the f+ck up, you are on a train, (train) just to death
chop your body up and put it in a freezer, (freezer) bleed her
before i k!ll her, f+ck her just to please her, (please her) no condom
i just might disease her, and if that f+ckin’ happen, f+ck it
she’ll be dead, chopped up in my motherf+cking freezer (whoo!)
you can f+ckin’ get the vanilla, manelly liza, aliza
here, you want a sample? n+gga, try it (uh)
kinda like apprentice, n+gga fire, i’m the dentist (yeah)
n+ggas looking at me, hair nappy, here’s a brush
but she don’t wanna rush, ’cause if i f+cking bust
quick, she’s gonna be p+ssed, but then i pull out
f+ck, i can’t have blue b+lls, so b+tch start sucking my d+ck (hehehe)
and then she f+cking l!ck (yo) i bust up on her face (uh)
now she looking like michael jackson
jackson (haha!) now i sound like toni braxton
deep voiced motherf+cker, f+ck, i had her sucking on my wrapper lollipop
like it’s a sucker, motherf+cker (b+tch!)
[verse 2]
back for round two, i found you
you tryna run, but i found blue, yellows over there
and the motherf+cking field where
the n+ggas wear colored pants, jerk, and pop pills
i’m on the other side, where all the n+ggas ride, and n+ggas skate
where we take indy b+tches with high gpas up on a date
where n+ggas smoke blunts and sniff coke
where the motherf+cking freestyles never wrote, or written, i’m livin’
n+ggas sh+ttin’ while i’m p+ssin’ on they face, mace
here you call the cops, here’s my phone, i’ll catch a case
but i got a good lawyer so my f+cking record erase
just like a f+cking pencil, i’m mental, left brain laced this instrumental
with some sh+t that’s so illegal, that
he gon have to go and fly overseas like an eagle in the winter
december, imba, limpa
kick him in the leg, now he limpa, impa
n+ggas rollin round, nipsey hussle in the impala
lookin at me while i style on ya, oh
you mad cause i’m styling on you? plus the call is on me?
4+5in’ on em, gnolly tricks on ya b+tch
girl+boy lookin clean cause
you already know my hat green, and that sh+t staying supreme, uh
you can’t f+ck with it, you little h+b
you hate me, a+c, l+b, h+b
c+v, super 3 and brandun deshay
with my n+gga domo the gene’says, you
hate on the o+f, that’s the best letter in the world
and i’m better better, than your better girl
she the best i’ve ever had, i+ +cough cough+
asthma+ +cough+ f+ck it, i’m coughin
this the re’free+ +cough cough+ oh sh+t
+cough cough+ i’m bout to hit it back. +cough+
i said, this the re+freestyle, no written
i spit all my sh+t from the dome
home like a motherf+cker
n+gga leavin his college, for good, in the hood
i’m from ladera, not from inglewood
hawth+rne couple times, go the city where i be
even up in hollywood, you could find me
i’m not a f+cking cliche, e+shay, e, a
oh, f+ck it, i’m over it, i got work tomorrow
left brain let me get a beat to borrow
just so i could spit the sh+t quick, b+tches with some big lips
yeah she got some big lips, a nice small tongue
for this oversized big d+ck, size 12 in the shoe
32 in the jeans, skinny as f+ck
motherf+cking t+shirt a 2x, yes
and you could ask anybody here that’s daily
b+tches feel me, f+cking ipods wanna play me
ask me why i cuss so much, f+ck, sh+t, c+nt and d+ck
now shut the f+ck up b+tch, eat a f+cking d+ck in a blanket
i be on that stank sh+t
f+ck everybody here, what the f+ck i look like thankin’?
[outro: tyler, the creator, (left brain)]
oh, sh+t, the beat ended, f+ck
(it’s over)

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