Tyler, The Creator - Tina Lyrics
Niggas at the *****in' mall, niggas where my *****in' drawers?Think I'm happy? Think I'm sad? ***** you *****in' know my dadHe wears his pants up in his ass, touch his ass, grab his dickYou's a fag, you like that shit, O.F. is the *****in' cliqueI'm goin' off the top of the brainNigga don't know how to rap but I'm in the game***** that shit, I don't give a *****I'm back up in the *****in' club, niggas know I'm at the mallEatin' chips with my drawers, how you doing? How you fall?Swag, swag, swag, swagTina perm your *****in' weaveEat my ass, lick my balls***** I'm in the *****in' mall, with my niggas eatin' ham***** I got that *****in' swag, you don't know my *****in' dadI don't know my *****in' dad, what is this a *****in' purse?I ain't *****in' Mexican, but we can have sex againWith your sister with no rubber (Alexis' real name is Alex)What the *****? That's your *****in' brother? I ain't with that jerkin' shitUnless it's Steve Harvey's buff sister tryna jerk my dickSwag, swag, swag, swagTina perm your *****in' weaveI'm with your girlfriend eatin' chipsMmm, stop the beat, *****..Alright, yeah, nigga, I was in the mallWith my niggas bustin' triggers, yeah, swagSwag, swag, swag, swagTina perm your *****in' weave*****es, hoes, weaves, leather jackets*****es, weaves, hoes, leather jackets*****es, weaves, hoes, swag
