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potato salad (mixed) - a$ap rocky & tyler, the creator lyrics

[intro: tyler, the creator]
yo, listen

[verse 1: 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 pass the controller
you get pressed and x out, triangle 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 joystick, 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 dicaps and some cole sprouses, n*gga
where we? rocky, a$ap
golf, boy, where we at? n*gga, in paris, yeah
[verse 2: a$ap rocky]
f*ck clothes, i cop pieces
couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
got my vans on but they look like sneakers
flipped a couple packs, basedgod in the speakers
bass all in the speakers
in the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come
i don’t rock chanel, i rock channel
and no, this ain’t a purse, it’s a satchel
bless, achoo
nah, i ain’t sneeze, but if n*ggas want steam or smoke, bet i match you
got a bullet with your name on the barrel
if hollows don’t clip, you get nip like it’s cat food
that dude, when i die, they gotta make a statue
bad attitude, this ain’t a purse, it’s a satchel
go to any n*gga with money up in my bracket
then i think about the state of rapping
all the freshmens in the classes
all the super seniors’ mumblin’ and ramblin’
mumblin’ and rappin’, mumble rapping?
i find it hard to find actual talent
i find it hard to find an actual challenge
i’m like shabazz palace’s last acid hit, elaborate
rap lab’s labyrinth, word to kodak’s black’s lazarus
“calldrops” on the album skits
[verse 3: tyler, the creator]
ayo—

- aap rocky tyler the creator lyrics

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