Jack and the Beanstalk 歌詞
Jack and the Beanstalk - Tyler, The Creator
Lyrics by：Derrick Johnson
They don't paint pictures they just trace me
Odd future I'm your motherf**king sergeant
N***a I'm in charge I f**k with Freshjive
'Cause I get it no charge and BBC for the low price
No barging n***a that's a bargain
Cow-print t-shirt like motherf**king dog
On the motherf**king farm with cockadoodle doodles
I'm making straight b***hes p***y wet just like a noodle
And my dick must be dog food to these bitches' poodles
Felines on the free time I'm tossing bitches' salads
And I'm eating up they croutons Erica to Milan
We was flying to Milan was supposed to go to Bangkok
Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock
To Soho baby Milo so d**e
The c*****e flow n***as spit heat propane
N***as get the picture I see why
They don't paint pictures they just trace me
My n***a no hook and
They don't paint pictures
My n***a no hook and
They don't paint pictures
My n***a no hook
They don't paint pictures
My n***a no hook
They don't paint pictures
No hook
They don't paint pictures
F**k a hook man
They don't paint pictures
F**k a hook
They don't paint pictures they just trace me
Yo beside me nobody likes me
Mainly because I am not a f**king HypeBeast
I think Supreme suck we nollie all our Nikes
I can wear some Wranglers with a f**king white t
Doo-rags to match and I do sag in fact
My hat is in tact with the Fubu pull over
N***a you pull over f**k a Rover Range
And I'm driving a unicorn plus my b***h is strange
And I'm the only f**king rapper without a chain
With a four-finger ring like I can't spell my f**king name
And I go to Obama rallies screaming out McCain
Them ignorant thrashing motherf**kers is my gang
And the dirty Ladera I can't forget where I came from
N***a you don't claim none from I am the teacher
White and black b***h like she's a motherf**king zebra
Candies in my pocket I see you n***as on Easter
My n***a no hook and
They don't paint pictures
My n***a no hook and
They don't paint pictures
My n***a no hook
They don't paint pictures
No hook and
They don't paint pictures
No hook
They don't paint pictures
No hook
They don't paint pictures
No hook
They don't paint pictures they just trace me
It's gold the gold is in the back
It's gold the pixels in the front
It's gold the beat's a f**king bully
Go home the lyric's just a punk and
Gold the pink is in the sky
That shit's gold the gold is in my mind
It's gold the mind is in my gold
The beat is turning old so go yo—yo
Gold Synthesizer I'm the mothaf**king master
It's gold n***a I'm a bastard I f**k with chord keys
Gold 'cause the sound lasts longer bass drum is longer
Than a hi-hat made of plastic n***a sound is elastic
N***a you can bite this unless you want to bite back
I didn't take my f**king
Rit'lin this is a hype track
Hype trak that synth n***a this is sax s**t
I had you motherf**kers eating salad like a fat b***h
Gold
Um
Uh
Drop it
Ace the creator
OFM
Banging on your FM
Ace the creator
Drop the drums n***a
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