We come through throbbing like thunder stormsMake their feets get wet and funky up in they under armsI'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwing bombsWith the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know it's onNiggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-pomsSuck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in salonsHodgy Beats is like limp balmIf you talk shit, I'll make you cry and tell your big momsI got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palmsHaters must be starving nowadays I make California VietnamAnd I'm going to embalm my creativityInto a CD-ROM, so you can feel this shit I'm onTurn it up, where's the bass?Bring the keys, yeahTurn it up, where's the bass?Bring the keys, oh my GodTurn it up nigga, where's the bass?Could you bring the keys? YeahTurn it up, nigga where's the bass?Drop the drumsPink chinchilla, something like thrillaMy t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorillaYou niggas all hype like you drink a cup of SplendaBut I ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinnerI'm never the winner, always the loserI don't choose to win, but I will choose herHer kitty-cat fish loves his tunaI never use a fork I always spoon herGo nuts, instrumental flow muchEuropean model white bitch is eating donutsFuck you faggots, I'm with a fat bitchMaking shit come like I'm go-go gadgetI'm mental, it's instrumentalMake your bitches' therapist ask for dental recordsAnd I hope this record have you stabbing niggaswith colored pencilsTurn it up, where's the bass?Bring the keys, yeahTurn it up, where's the bass?Bring the keys, oh my GodTurn it up nigga, where's the bass?Could you bring the keys? YeahTurn it up, nigga where's the bass?Drop the drumsYo, bubble gum that Reese's PiecesYou fail at life, I'll mug your teachersI've got Muslims calling on JesusI fucked Kelly, where is Regis?Found Alicia, now she keylessCold as ice, and now I'm creamlessMurdered every bod from my squadSo technically, now I'm teamless, O. F. is so prestigious
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Slow It Down (Feat. Hodgy Beats)Tyler, The Creator
We come through throbbing like thunder storms
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
I'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwing bombs
With the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know it's on
Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-poms
Suck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in salons
Hodgy Beats is like limp balm
If you talk shit, I'll make you cry and tell your big moms
I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
Haters must be starving nowadays I make California Vietnam
And I'm going to embalm my creativity
Into a CD-ROM, so you can feel this shit I'm on
Turn it up, where's the bass?
Bring the keys, yeah
Turn it up, where's the bass?
Bring the keys, oh my God
Turn it up nigga, where's the bass?
Could you bring the keys? Yeah
Turn it up, nigga where's the bass?
Drop the drums
Pink chinchilla, something like thrilla
My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla
You niggas all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda
But I ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner
I'm never the winner, always the loser
I don't choose to win, but I will choose her
Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna
I never use a fork I always spoon her
Go nuts, instrumental flow much
European model white bitch is eating donuts
Fuck you faggots, I'm with a fat bitch
Making shit come like I'm go-go gadget
I'm mental, it's instrumental
Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
And I hope this record have you stabbing niggas
with colored pencils
Turn it up, where's the bass?
Bring the keys, yeah
Turn it up, where's the bass?
Bring the keys, oh my God
Turn it up nigga, where's the bass?
Could you bring the keys? Yeah
Turn it up, nigga where's the bass?
Drop the drums
Yo, bubble gum that Reese's Pieces
You fail at life, I'll mug your teachers
I've got Muslims calling on Jesus
I fucked Kelly, where is Regis?
Found Alicia, now she keyless
Cold as ice, and now I'm creamless
Murdered every bod from my squad
So technically, now I'm teamless, O. F. is so prestigious
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