收聽Tyler, The Creator的Jack and the Beanstalk歌詞歌曲

Jack and the Beanstalk

Tyler, The Creator2009年12月25日

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 *****es' poodles

 

Felines on the free time I'm tossing *****es' 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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