[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]Tall ugly nigga with lips bigger than TiggerOnly blue print on these Vans like I don't listen to Jigga(Uhh)Cotton-picking niggerGolf Wang season sicker than the blockColette and skateshops, where wolves deal 'em (Uhh)Workshop is awesome, ask Dill and let's pretend likeI'm not making dollar Bill Withers on these fucking stickers(Uhm)Pulling down my zipper and she quick to sayshe doesn't suckBitch, cut the crap like dyke booty when they scissor, (Uhh)Pink haired Mrs, I'm her mister, sipping Slurpeesbag of chipsNow show your tits for mister Fuji, take a picture (Uhh)OF is popping like a blister, need some ListerineSpitting got us balling like we Mr. Clean's sister, (Uhh)Sick of being black, sipping paint thinner out a tin flaskPlotting on the babysitter before dinnerand hopefully I get herIf I don't, fuck it thenSee I never simp son, polar opposite of SmithersI'm done bitch[Hook: Casey Veggies & Tyler, the Creator]Until the ozone leaves and the Earth is hotLoiter Squad lurking in the parking lotThe moon now working and the stars alignI stay golden, y'all thought I was out my mindLoiter Squad lurking in the parking lotLoiter Squad lurking in the parking lotLoiter Squad lurking in the parking lot[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator](Somebody told me...)I had a decline in the buzz, not a shocker bruhI had the stun gun in my bumAnd when I drop shit you better have a towel and a spongeAnd ask Bob bitch, I eat a ton bucket of chumIn Bikini Bottom, I am the biggest problemThis shit fishy niggas dip like we were set in HarlemHeaters turn them into nuggets like Carmelo AnthonWe just sit and burn shit just like my fucking anthem[Verse 3: Mike G]I'm like goals, those is somethingyou have to stand to reachMy campaign speech elect me Commander in ChiefRespect to me is ever minorappearances cause mass hysteriaBut I'm still uncomparable, I'm like the face of AmericaI'm the ambassador from a land made of goldI'm a fucking centerfold, I'm something to beholdI can kill a hundred shows, take one for the roadI'm results of putting persistent pressure on coals[Hook]Until the ozone leaves and the Earth is hotLoiter Squad lurking in the parking lotThe moon now working and the stars alignI stay golden, y'all thought I was out my mindLoiter Squad lurking in the parking lotLoiter Squad lurking in the parking lotLoiter Squad lurking in the parking lot[Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator]It's a dog eat dog world, don't get bit bruhA son of a bitch I am, yup, I'm a sick pup(I thought that you were nice)Yeah I am, slutI'm also half ass a racist who hates niggasyep I'm a mixed muttPreme is the top bunk, green is the pillow caseGolf is the bedsheets, (hat and my T-shirt)TrashWang sticker on that ChimafergolfsonI'm real with the box, and I murder with the penIt's Bimmer Boy's boy never swerving in the BenzI'm listening to Dead Sam demos on the tenCan I get a medium with cheese and bacon?[Outro]It's Loiter Squad niggaFucking Loiter SquadSam's after youSam's after who?You!For what? What the fuck?He found out that you and Salem been hanging outhe said he gonna kill youKill me? What the fuck you mean kill me?Slow down, slow downwhat the fuck you mean he gonna kill me?I don't know, he just said he gonna kill youNot if I get to him first
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Parking Lot (Feat. Casey Veggies & Mike G)Tyler, The Creator
[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
Tall ugly nigga with lips bigger than Tigger
Only blue print on these Vans like I don't listen to Jigga
(Uhh)
Cotton-picking nigger
Golf Wang season sicker than the block
Colette and skateshops, where wolves deal 'em (Uhh)
Workshop is awesome, ask Dill and let's pretend like
I'm not making dollar Bill Withers on these fucking stickers
(Uhm)
Pulling down my zipper and she quick to say
she doesn't suck
Bitch, cut the crap like dyke booty when they scissor, (Uhh)
Pink haired Mrs, I'm her mister, sipping Slurpees
bag of chips
Now show your tits for mister Fuji, take a picture (Uhh)
OF is popping like a blister, need some Listerine
Spitting got us balling like we Mr. Clean's sister, (Uhh)
Sick of being black, sipping paint thinner out a tin flask
Plotting on the babysitter before dinner
and hopefully I get her
If I don't, fuck it then
See I never simp son, polar opposite of Smithers
I'm done bitch
[Hook: Casey Veggies & Tyler, the Creator]
Until the ozone leaves and the Earth is hot
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot
The moon now working and the stars align
I stay golden, y'all thought I was out my mind
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot
[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
(Somebody told me...)
I had a decline in the buzz, not a shocker bruh
I had the stun gun in my bum
And when I drop shit you better have a towel and a sponge
And ask Bob bitch, I eat a ton bucket of chum
In Bikini Bottom, I am the biggest problem
This shit fishy niggas dip like we were set in Harlem
Heaters turn them into nuggets like Carmelo Anthon
We just sit and burn shit just like my fucking anthem
[Verse 3: Mike G]
I'm like goals, those is something
you have to stand to reach
My campaign speech elect me Commander in Chief
Respect to me is ever minor
appearances cause mass hysteria
But I'm still uncomparable, I'm like the face of America
I'm the ambassador from a land made of gold
I'm a fucking centerfold, I'm something to behold
I can kill a hundred shows, take one for the road
I'm results of putting persistent pressure on coals
[Hook]
Until the ozone leaves and the Earth is hot
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot
The moon now working and the stars align
I stay golden, y'all thought I was out my mind
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot
[Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator]
It's a dog eat dog world, don't get bit bruh
A son of a bitch I am, yup, I'm a sick pup
(I thought that you were nice)
Yeah I am, slut
I'm also half ass a racist who hates niggas
yep I'm a mixed mutt
Preme is the top bunk, green is the pillow case
Golf is the bedsheets, (hat and my T-shirt)
TrashWang sticker on that Chimafergolfson
I'm real with the box, and I murder with the pen
It's Bimmer Boy's boy never swerving in the Benz
I'm listening to Dead Sam demos on the ten
Can I get a medium with cheese and bacon?
Sam's after you
Sam's after who?
You!
For what? What the fuck?
He found out that you and Salem been hanging out
he said he gonna kill you
Kill me? What the fuck you mean kill me?
Slow down, slow down
what the fuck you mean he gonna kill me?
I don't know, he just said he gonna kill you
Not if I get to him first
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