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    歌名Rusty (feat. Domo Genesis & Earl Sweatshirt) 歌手名 Tyler, The Creator

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    Wathch me get this money nigga, Tired of being hungry nigga Nothing funny, sass me while I'm thrashing I'ma punch you nigga Never made a plastic, I'ma savage You look lunch my nigga Passing all you hating fucking fags, we don't discuss my nigga We ain't know no charlie sheen and we don't pop no mollies bitch I'm honkin, spitting got some niggas out here popping all these switch Bunch of novices, odd future the squad, it's thick Them young niggas is back and brash, attacking with no common sense We the last of a dying breed, and we don't give a fuck So we cannot supply your needs From stupid niggas who all said our hype is dying please My pockets solid, making profit off the highers tees Bitch, murks twerk as I get on the verse, curse you Nigga dime so cool I will firm in 3rd person Watch me get this money, I'm up when the birds twerking Make actions fuck rehearsing [Hook] Nigga, summer, fall, winter time, 24/ 365, you nigga gonn give me mine I don't have plenty time Flying out at any time Getting money any prime You niggas gonn give me mine You niggas gonn give me mine 24/ 365, you nigga gonn give me mine I don't have plenty time Flying out at any time Getting money any prime You niggas gonn give me mine You niggas gonn give me mine In a world where kids my age are popping mollies with leather Sitting on tumblr, never outside there enkoying the weather Can name a sweater, but not a talent Of don't know if whether or not they got one Try to change the life for the better I was the drama club kid, I run with the fun dit My nuts itch, that waas defined, always said fuck shit Hated the popular ones, now I'm the popular one Also hated homes too, till I started coppin me some See I don't bees in the trap nigga I bees in the bees And I be casting out my buzz like some bees at a shell Fucking sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele And bitches getting touchy feeling like they reading some braille I bust quick like gun holders with short tempers and well I try to tell the kids like fuck it, start being yourselves These fuckin rappers got sylists cause they can't think for themselves See them don't have an identity, so they needed some help Boy, really boy, poses with the silly boy I'm in that passis and prime shit, older than titty boy Not a diss but same with icecream, my shit is diddy reese Na'kel smith,, trans world paid 60 for it Poppin like oil, ollies and fireflames I'm harder than dj khaled playing the fuckin quiet game The fuck am I saying, tyler ain't even a violent name I'm bout as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he hate dentists God damn menace, 666 and he's not finished And my shit's missing, he hates women, but loves kittens See y'all niggas trippin man Look at the article that says my subject matter is wrong Saying I hate gays even though frank is on 10 of my songs Look at the mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge against me Though I'm the reason that her motherfucking son got to eat Look at the kid who had the 9 and tired to blow out his mind But talk is money, I said hi, I guess I bought him some time Look at the ones in the crowd, that shit is barnacles, huh They thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival, huh But, then again, I'm an atheist, that just worships satann And it's probably why I'm not getting no fucking album placements And mtv could suck my dick , and I ain't fuckin playing Brah, they never played it, I just won shit for their fucking ratings Analog fanse are getting sick of the rape All the tron cat fans are getting sick of the lakes But what about me, bitch? I'm getting sick of complaints But I don't hate it when I'm taking daily trips to the banl Over and over, shit, who gives a fuck what I think? My fans don't think turning on me, shit, they're almost extinct Fuck buying studio time, I'ma go purchase a shrink Record the session and send all you motherfuckers a link, bitch [Hook] Nigga, summer, fall, winter time, 24/ 365, you nigga gonn give me mine I don't have plenty time Flying out at any time Getting money any prime You niggas gonn give me mine You niggas gonn give me mine 24/ 365, you nigga gonn give me mine I don't have plenty time Flying out at any time Getting money any prime You niggas gonn give me mine You niggas gonn give me mine This shit's just like the nights I look forward to not remembering So much for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me But momma, I'm close to the edge as pssible Why don't you jump you fucking pussy? All I'm seeing is the drop in my occular, jumping like they told me That's the 40's half off, like you know that cliff Don't need a therapist to tell him he could float that shit, fucking faggot And comapre to fucking pair em with all the program kits So maybe a pair of pale bitches for the gonads lick, I'll show you Malt liqor filling me up, and all us not giving no fucks And all of them sensitive chumps in awe when that pistol erupts Dirty been spittin the sumpy raw till his wrists in the cuffs.

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    專輯名 Wolf
    發行日 2013-04-01

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