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what ya life like [freestyle] - tyler, the creator lyrics

[intro]
what’s ya life’s like? what’s ya life like? (put you in place)
what ya life’s like? what ya’ life li*
what ya life’s like? what ya* (put you in place)

yeah, yeah, uhh, they, f*ck
alright, uhh, yeah

[verse 1]
they ask me if i’m tyler, the nasty
n*gga that used to be in seventh grade watching the grass, see
but y’all n*ggas in ya whips, with ya rings, and ya hat, with the brims, rolling right past me
but i could give a f*ck less about what you doin’
who you ‘screwin, who you booin’
i got these b*tches brewin’ in my gold pots, you could see the rolex, but your watch
see them gold supers, but you won’t stop
i’m in that bape sh*t, all that bathing ape sh*t
that sh*t that make you think my superman hoodie is cape, sh*t
you on that fake sh*t, that true religion, abercrombie, postel
n*gga my t*shirt is pastel
my n*gga i pass well, well pass, and i pass that f*cking class well
and when your b*tch see me she be like “oh my gosh you’re skinny but man you’re so swell”
i’m like “i’m so swole”, this bape sh*t is so old, older than the ice cream shoes i have that’s growin’ mold
and they say ace*ee a g*nius, i said i play piano, make songs, a big p*n*s
is what i have too, listenin’ to neptune, sh*t, i’m never mars or venus, you seen this
my 3*d glasses still the cleanest, eeness, *n*s, n*gga you could paint this, here’s a mothaf*ckin’ brush
all you n*ggas ‘runnin, but i’m still not in a rush and i’m winnin’
no braces on but i’m grinnin’
don’t believe in god but i’m ‘sinnin, hinnen, he*man and she*man and he*man and he’s dead
y’all want the rest but i’m still chillin’ in a mothaf*ckin’ minivan, like
what it do, what it do, f*ck you and ya crew, of to the death, nah
y’all know i do thill, y’all rap ya sentence to the death, n*gga this of until, until
and n*gga, that’s real, and n*gga i’m raw, i’m bigger than my b*lls
freezin’ cold, eighty*six degrees, heat on me, with ya b*tch screamin’ out my name, gaggin’ on her knees
and n*gga i’m reez, eatin’ mothaf*ckin’ ice cream reeses pieces
n*gga i’m the ceasest, i’m the sh*t, you can call me ace the creator aka, a thesis
i’m eatin’ like a feesus
[outro]
hahahaha, what the f*ck is my problem, f*ck
ayo, i’ma let this one right out though
i’ma* i’ma let the keys f*ck up the drugs, ya know?
a*c*e, o.f.m, bangin’ on your fm, yes
it was all a dream, now i got my own magazine
word up, heh, i’m out, peace

heh, b*tch!

- tyler the creator lyrics

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