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adam's family - tyler, the creator lyrics

[intro: tyler, the creator]
uh, wolf, haley, yeah

[verse 1: tyler, the creator]
six hundred sixty*six leave it for the tip of my d*ck head mail it off and let it rip
just like the canon from the [?] that’s equivalent to the poison in the cigarette
tyler, the creator invented some new sh*t and it probably from the illuminati n*z*s (?)
so, if i give a f*ck it’s probably for my d*ck when i’m chaining on your daughter, she’s tied up inside a tent, yeah
odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents we’re back like a black b*tch’s hairline indent
the “should i represent?” is k!lling n*ggas and sh*t that’s why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new kit
i, get it cracking like the lips of a n*gga actor or domo when he [?] crackers just to watch the grammy’s (that’s [?])
makes it so attractive now he’s mad and tryna run me over up with gacy’s tractor
hop over, roll backwoods with a knapsack of green supreme hats like i was sponsored up by the f*cking [?]
sh*tting on n*ggas i took a [?] of relaxitives
maxi*pad leave the beat brown like rihanna lips
backwashing till’ i gag, you don’t wanna take a sip?”
f*ck wolf gang” f*ck what?
here, let’s take a trip, take a look to this bullet that my finger slipped
my only purpose in life to k!ll myself i won’t accident
fresh job, yeah i get it no charge
d*ck’s soft as f*ck but somehow i go hard
forearm with my gang name on it. that’s an o. palm
team of [?]
you n*ggas is woke hogs, wolf gang
[verse 2: earl sweatshirt]
throwing chairs, k!lling sh*t
i’m half*privileged, think white and have n*gga lips
a tad different, mad smart, act ignorant
sh*t, i’ll pass a class when my dad starts giving sh*ts
but as long as our relationship is t*rdless
i’ma keep burning rubber and f*cking these beats with burnt d*ck
who that? oh, that new*coon john cusack
a mecca b*tton*up, shouting, “bring fubu back”
hands full of coke, mouth full of crack muzak
odd future on the durag guess who’s back?
with no hint, we’re egging with no tint
plus, it’s a shotgun under the seat where your ho sits, ugh
the night striker, i’m riding her, uptying her
it’s nine vicodins stuck inside of the windpipes of her
a little bit of sherm sure provokes the f*cking fight in her
she started biting ’cause i’m giving c*ck like it’s advice to her
take that, i’m on top like wave caps
this is grade a rap n*gga

- tyler the creator lyrics

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