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Tyler The Creator - Tamale Lyrics

  • [Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
  • They say I’ve calmed down since the last album
  • Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? (Umm)
  • Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
  • And I don’t give a shit, bend my rectum
  • Somebody said bands make her dance
  • You think you’re getting cash, no *****, you’re dumb
  • The only thing that you’re gonna get is this dick
  • Wait turn this up, *****, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
  • Here, take a goddamn picture
  • And tell Spike Lee he’s a goddamn nigger
  • And while you’re at it, pass the lotion
  • In fact, get an Xbox Live, that fun
  • Before I come, I’m calling your sister
  • When she comes over, I take picture
  • Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building (?)
  • [Hook: Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator]
  • Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
  • Why y’all so salty,
  • Hot tamale is on,
  • A can of beans, *****, I'm on,
  • Your boy is bad to the bone
  • [Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
  • Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning,
  • And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision,
  • And if he’s tripping off my sneak dissing
  • Then he has to deal with me and my minions
  • Tryna get a bimmer, E46
  • Have you heard 48, mother*****a I’m great
  • Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
  • From cuts from the beach, to these puff in the trees, please
  • ***** I look like? Got a new bike tire
  • Never popped like the ***** on a ***** dyke
  • Think I give a *****, I do, I go balls
  • And I bust in her jaw like (***** that disease! )
  • My urethra, hole that I pee from
  • Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
  • Now, turn that snare down
  • I’m back like I’m Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
  • Like “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 *****?
  • ***** Suck Dick, mother***** you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
  • Yes I can sir, here the lump is
  • Sicker than the last bar bold-er
  • I’m a CO ***** Michael ***** I’m badder than my B.O.
  • Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
  • Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos
  • [Hook 2: Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator]
  • Yeah Buddy, this is my jam, Na Na Na Na Na Na Na!
  • Golf Wang, Golf Wang, Go ***** You, Na Na Na Na Na Na!
  • Why y’all so salty,
  • Hot tamale is on,
  • A can of beans, *****, I'm on,
  • Your boy is bad to the bone
  • [Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator]
  • How many fags can a lightbulb screw?
  • Well if I has a dick, maybe two and six, and tell the NRA I'm
  • About to lose my shit, shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifix
  • How many ladies in the house?
  • How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?
  • A little Jergins in my palm for the jerkin’
  • Hope my Mom don’t catch me, tryna set mood
  • Little Redtube, ***** lotion, I don’t need lube, dryfit suits me
  • Up and down, friction with the sound, shit’s kind of disgusting
  • Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
  • This shit’s so damn embarrassing like…

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