Tyler, The Creator - Slow It Down Lyrics
We come through throbbin' like thunder stormsMake them feets get wet and funky up in they under armsI'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwin' bombsWith the exclusive on the channel, ***** I know it's onNiggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-pomsSuck a dick, eat salam gettin' 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 starvin' nowadays I make California VietnamAnd I'm goin' to embalm my creativityInto a CD-rom, so you can feel this shit up 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 drums=Pink chinchilla, cause I'm like ThrillaMy t-shirts are bathin', a bathin' gorillaYou niggas all hype like you drink a cup of SplendaBut I ate that whole plate like a fat ***** 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 ***** is eatin' donuts***** you faggots, I'm with a fat *****Makin' shit come like I'm go-go gadgetI'm mental, it's instrumentalMake your future therapist ask for dental recordsAnd I hope this record have you stabbin' niggas with 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're feelin' life, I'll mug your teachersI've got Muslims crawlin' on JesusI *****ed 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
