Tyler, The Creator - Jamba Lyrics
[Featuring: Hodgy Beats][Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]Papa ain't call even though he saw me on T.V., it's all good, (***** You)But now my balls balls deep in this broads jaws, swallow girl, it's just nut*****es scared to let me smash on they assYeah they heard I'm *****in' nuts like the swag of a fagLike me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabinCamp Floggnaw nigga you can tell by the badge(G, pass me my inhaler)I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this *****ing awesomeI'm animals, Noah's arking, (?) rapping nonsenseFour stories in my home like "What the *****'s an apartment?"Get shit popping like Peter's pores during pubertyAnd take bets on how quickly Tyler can reach maturityCussing out Siri like a waitress with no patienceOh, you want a tip *****, well here's my dick for gratiturity, *****[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]Shut Him Down!You Gotta Shut Him Down!Shut Him Down![Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]I tumble crush on hudgy sluts, give money up then nutty, butProfessor Nutty Buddy Clumpkin's petty when you touch his lunchLike "What the *****? I'm drunk as *****," turn the *****ing music upSo I can hear these stupid *****s, talk no walk, like you discussedYou talking too much, "Who the ***** are you to us, uterus?"I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I don't begin moving up, I'm shooting upYou and her, crew on turf, new dessertI can see the ***** in a nigga through his shirtI can smell the ho in the ***** flocking 'round my crew to flirtIt's on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the movement first***** a human nurse, I'm ill like (?), to infuse the birthOf my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my louGet hip to the pew, you can drink piss and eat a dick in a fewThe sickening view, a visual woose, I eat your ribs, I'm a wolfThen meet your kids afterschool and give 'em drugs cause it's cool (*****er)[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]Shut Him Down!You Gotta Shut Him Down!Shut Him Down![Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]Hodgy, ***** this beat, nigga let's smoke weedThat shit I need, be the shit that's green, a little purple and pinkGet some swisher sweets, about three up, four more, then leave it beI got a eigth I could face, I got a blunt flavored grapeI hate the grape I can taste it when I'm inhaling the vapesYou can smell us in places when we walkAnd our clothing is always covered in flakesEnough for two shake blunts and "What the ***** is this?"I think this mary is laced, My heart is beating at paces that Pacquiao can relate I'm *****ing faded like gradientShit I'm stuck like the tape that's supergluedTo the center of Kelly Price first waist.It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, this shit is scaryThe paranoia from this marijuana is very heavy, I'm liftedFainted by my fifth hit, Lionel pass the shermLet's use this Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit
