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freestyle - tyler, the creator lyrics

[intro: tyler, the creator]
you on the internet and sh*t, and, uh…
these motherf*ckers be postin’ videos and songs like:
“uh, oh, the*uh, this the motherf*ckin’ blame it on the throne freestyle.”
n*gga, that wasn’t a f*ckin’ freestyle, n*gga
you… pre*wrote that sh*t and just spit it on a f*cking camera
i don’t really get why these motherf*cking rappers is like…
they*they don’t wanna freestyle no more, it’s like…
we ain’t got no more n*ggas that can really f*ckin’ spit off the top o’ the dome
so this n*gga left brain gave me a f*cking bеat, alright?
um, i really liked this sh*t, i’mma just f*cking freestyle on it
and this n*gga f*ckin’ hodgy bеats, is*
i don’t know why the f*ck he’s in here but he just gonna f*ckin’ handle it
so, uhhh…

[verse 1: tyler, the creator and 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, nollie 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 and left brain]
oh, sh*t, the beat ended, f*ck
(it’s over, my n*)

- tyler the creator lyrics

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