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Use A− / A+ para ajustar a leituraTamale (Feat. Tallulah)
[Intro: Tallulah]Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale![Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]They say I've calmed down since the last albumWell, lick my dick, how does that sound? (Umm)Smell my gooch, you could kiss my bunsAnd I don't give a shit, bend my rectumSomebody said bands make her danceYou think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumbThe only thing that you're gonna get is this dickWait turn this up, bitch, this my jam(Where the drums at?)Here, take a goddamn pictureAnd tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn niggerAnd while you're at it, pass the lotionAnd fapping and Xbox Live, that funBefore I come, I'm calling your sisterWhen she comes over, I take pictureInstantly put it on Instagramand suplex her off a building if I get banned[Hook: Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator]Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!Why y'all so salty, Hot Tamale is onA can of beans, bitchI'm on, your boy is bad to the bone[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]Bring back the horns that was played in the beginningAnd tell Tony Parker that I found his visionAnd if he's tripping off my sneak dissingThen he has to deal with me and my minionsTryna get a bimmer,Have you heard "48", motherfucka I'm greatGolf Wang prints always cover the sleevesFrom cuts from the Biebscause he's puffin' the trees, pleaseFuck I look like? Got a new bike tireNever popped like the pussy on a bitch dykeThink I give a fuck, I do, I go ballsAnd I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)My urethra, hole that I pee fromBigger than an obese snack on ArethaNow, turn that snare downI'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn busLike "You're going to jail now! "[Hook][Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?Bitch Suck Dick, motherfuck you and your opinions(can you kick it?)Yes I can sirWhere the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-erI'm a CO fuck Michael bitchI'm badder than my BOFind me and Lance tryna dance during chemoBefore they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos[Hook 2: Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator]Yeah Buddy, this is my jamGolf Wang, Golf Wang, Go Fuck YouWhy y'all so salty, Hot Tamale is onCan't agree? bitch im onYour boy is bad to the bone[Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator]How many fags can a lightbulb screw?Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixesAnd tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shitShoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifixHow many ladies in the house?How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'Hope my Mom don't catch me, tryna set moodLittle Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dryfit suits meUp and down, friction with the soundthe shit's kind of disgustingFap time and before I flatlineClancy chimes in my room and catch meThis shit's so damn embarrassing like[Outro]Wolf: Oh shit, aw fuckClancy: What the fuck!Wolf: Aw, I'm sorryClancy: Is that my shirt?Wolf: Yeah sorry I needed somethingClancy: Clean that shit upwe're going to the office!
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