lirik lagu tyler, the creator - yonkers (live)
[intro: jasper]
oh shit!
yeah, put your hands up
this a hip~hop song right? haha
fuck hip~hop
yeah
[verse 1]
i’m a fuckin’ walking paradox
no i’m not, threesomes with a fuckin’ triceratops
that reptar, rappin′ as i′m mockin’ deaf rock stars
wearin′ synthetic wigs made of anwar’s dreadlocks
that bedrock, i’m harder than a muthafuckin′ flintstone
i’m makin’ crack rocks outta pissy nigga fishbones
this nigga jasper tryna get grown
about 5′7″ of his bitches in my bedroom
swallow the cinnamon, i’mma scribble this sinnin’ shit
while syd is tellin′ me that she′s been gettin’ intimate with men
(syd, shut the fuck up) here′s the number to my therapist
(shit) tell him all your problems, he’s fuckin′ awesome with listenin’
[chorus]
it’s the motherfuckin’ golf wang, golf wang
it’s the golf wang, golf wang
it’s thе golf wang, golf wang
it’s the golf (wang), fuckin’ golf (wang)
it’s the golf (wang), the golf (wang)
fuckin’ golf wang, thе golf (wang)
fuck golf (wang)
kill them
[verse 2]
jesus called me and said he′s sick of the disses
i told him to quit bitchin’, this isn’t a fuckin′ hotline
for a fuckin′ shrink, faggot i already got mine
and he’s not fuckin′ workin’, i think i′m wastin’ my damn time
i′m clockin’ three past six and goin’ postal
this the revenge of the dicks, that′s nine cocks that cock nines
this ain′t no v tech shit or columbine
but after bowlin’, i went home to some damn adventure time
(what′d you do?) i slipped myself some pink zannies
and danced around the house in all~over print panties
my mom’s gone, that fuckin′ broad will never understand me
i’m not gay, i just wanna boogie to some marvin
(what you think of hayley williams?) but fuck her, wolf haley robbin′ ’em
i’ll crash that fuckin′ airplane that faggot nigga b.o.b is in
and i will stab bruno mars in his goddamn esophagus
and i will not stop until the~ (fuck the police)
i’m an over acheiver, so how about i start a team of leaders
and pick up stevie wonder to be the wide receiver
that’s green paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers
all i want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don’t need ′em
but where the fat ones at? i got somethin’ to feed ′em
it’s some cookin’ books, the nigga kids never wanted to read ’em
my golf hat is green, ch~ch~chia fuckin′ leaves
it′s been a couple months, and tina still ain’t perm her fuckin′ weave, damn
[outro]
it’s the motherfuckin’ golf wang, golf wang
it’s the golf wang, golf wang
it’s the golf wang, golf wang
it’s the golf (wang), the golf (wang)
it’s the golf (wang), the golf (wang)
fuck the golf (wang)
kill them motherfuckin’ all
odd future
odd future
odd future
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