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who dat boy by tyler the creator but its just my voice - squalay (youtube) lyrics

[verse 1]
yo, who dat boy? who him is?
him that ni*gga, i swear
stand out guy, him don’t need no chair
well, where the f*ck him at? ’cause n*gga, i’m right here
i don’t shop at the mall, all y’all just
dumb mothaf*cka, i’m a godd*mn artist
you can give me some markers and i’ll draw you a closet
and you know that it’s golf, b*tch, gonna make the deposit
n*gga fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin
cons, overalls, and a striped shirt
the boy drips swag like a broken faucet
it’s runnin’, n*gga, i’m runnin’ sh*t
that cherry be the bomb like he ran in boston
won’t stop ’til the cops surround him
one n*gga jiggy and the other awesome
with his f*ckin’ face blown off, that’s how they found him
it’s young t
[chorus]
who dat boy? who him is?
who dat boy? who him is?
n*gga, who dat boy? who him is?
who dem boys? n*gga, who dem is, n*gga?
why you n*ggas feel like that?
mad ’cause a n*gga neck chill like that
you mad ’cause a n*gga push wheel like that?
why you puttin’ bad vibes in the air like that?
n*gga, who dem boys?

[verse 2]
who dem is? n*gga, who dem is?
who else step in this b*tch this jig?
who else your b*tch say got a bick this big?
who else came through with a wrist this fl!ck?
n*gga, guess my pants, do my dance
spin around, b*tch, you could kiss my ass
never seen a n*gga in this much raf
still doin’ math when i miss my class
was it summertime ’06, had the number (n)ine
n*gga, never mind, was another time before vince
had the gucci gold tips with the letterman
n*gga, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time
fresh freshmen ’til they skipped my ass
senior citizen, don’t forget my pass
been that n*gga and you knew that there
make the d*ck disappear, how she do that there?
[chorus]
who dat boy? who him is?
who dat boy? who him is?
n*gga, who dat boy? who him is?
who dem boys? n*gga, who dem is, n*gga?
why you n*ggas feel like that?
mad ’cause a n*gga’s neck chill like that
you mad ’cause a n*gga push wheel like that?
why you puttin’ bad vibes in the*?

[verse 3]
f*ck the rap, i’m tryna own a planet
from my other f*ckin’ business ventures
these n*ggas these days
actin’ like some b*tches, like they’re f*ckin’ with ya (yeah)
t**th is glistenin’, jesus, christmas
he just sh*ttin’, she exquisite, b*tches be expensive
(yeah, let ’em know, n*gga) and i don’t even need attention
w*ng$ap on the bumper sticker, f*ck you n*ggas
f*ck global warming, my neck is so frío
i’m currently lookin’ for ’95 leo
my mom say she worried because i’m so ill
i should stay in bed, but got too much bread
to make, she said watch my weight
so i stayed home and start eatin’ some meals
get out of my way güey, boy, that’s mclaren
that’s 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve, i’m gone
[outro:]
(call me, call me, call me) uh
(call me, call me, call me) uh
(call me, call me, call me) uh
(call me, call me, call me)
(call me) how you doin’?
(call me) my name is lonely, nice to meet you
here’s my number
you can reach me, woo!
911

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