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Tyler, The Creator

Genres: Hip-Hop

Domo23 Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

Sick to my motherfucking tummy 

Bitch must think I'm a motherfucking dummy 

Because I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke 

Bitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money 

Popping since Bastard (manager) 

Clancy's my slave master 

Thanks to them crackers 

My pockets are fatter than excess shit that's weighing on Jasper 

I've never popped a bottle 

But I've fucked a couple models in Europe 

 

Yup, and a couple of them swallowed 

Meet me half way, bitch I'm going all in 

And I never pull back, shout-out to my nigga Taco 

 

Fuck that, Golf Wang 

 

Fuck that, Golf Wang 

Fuck that, Golf Wang (fuck that!) 

 

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Fuck that, (Golf Wang!) 

Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) 

 

Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) 

Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) 

Fuck that, Golf Wang 

So, a couple fags threw a little hissfit 

Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs 

And said I was a racist homophobic 

So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing 

Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing 

You think I give a fuck? 

I ain't even stick my dick in yet 

(No homo. Too soon.) 

And while y'all are rolling doobies 

 

I be in my bedroom scoring movies 

Still excited like a fucking newbie 

Suck my dick, motherfucker, sue me 

 

Photos 

 

Mom got a new whip so she could scoop me 

A year ago, I ain't have no hoopty 

Four story home, gotta climb eight set of stairs 

Just to see where my fucking roof be 

 

Fuck that, Golf Wang 

Fuck that, Golf Wang 

Fuck that, Golf Wang (fuck that!) 

Fuck that, (Golf Wang!) 

 

Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) 

Fuck that, (Golf Wang) 

Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) 

Fuck that, Golf Wang 

Wait a God damn second 

I'm tripping balls, David Beckham 

Would fall cause shit's going down 

Just like Rodney King swimming lessons 

 

Now me and Justin smoke sherm 

And been talking 'bout freeing perms 

And purchasing weapons 

Naming them and aim 'em in One Direction (wait a minute) 

 

It sounds like midgets in a God damn speaker 

Anytime you play this shit loud 

 

But that's just me trying to get milk now 

And the grunts of the god damn cow 

Hit me on my beeper 

While Captain suck my Peter Pan camera 

 

Repeat procedure 

And when the beat drop, have a goddamn seizure 

Fuck that, Golf Wang 

Fuck that, Golf Wang 

Fuck that, Golf Wang (fuck that!) 

Fuck that, (Golf Wang!) 

Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) 

Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) 

Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) 

Fuck that, (Golf Wang) 

Fuck that, Golf Wang 

Fuck that, Golf Wang 

Fuck that, Golf Wang (fuck that!) 

Fuck that, (Golf Wang!) 

Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) 

Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) 

Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) 

Fuck that, Golf Wang 

Cut it out! 

I said I didn't want no goddamn lettuce 

I don't want that shit! 

I don't want your goddamn lettuce. He-he 

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