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Steak Sauce Lyrics - Artist : Tyler, The Creator
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon with my meat Gotta keep it obsolete like Chris Brown when Rihanna got her fuckin' ass beat Fuck Jeeves ask me for advice, if I'm not reading a Vice I'm squatting down, picking cracker bitches scalp for some lice Everything that I write is dope because the pipe And nope you can't have a hit unless you gimme the light We be burning Dutty Rocks with a light switch Bitch nigga, you about as hard as a dike's clit I'm going as hard as Bishop Eddie Long's John After I bought a Sidekick and sent that fag some nice pics They say I try too goddamn hard No shit, I want a Grammy you damn retard You can't be great when you settle for a flea bargain Unless you're a thrift hipster bitch in a leotard Painless Hodgy lost his motherfucking mind because the brain left Wolf Gang got the ink on me now it's banged out Box Logo hoodie, still haven't got the stains out Congress I guess I'm fuckin' with the best blondes Um yes, I am now beating off to mom sex Raquel is wrestling a prom dress While me and Ray Charles have a fucking staring contest To all the stepdads in here Trip-six kids got you motherfucks scared It could be worse, nigga that's absurd Nigga I am at Pharrell's tryna butt fuck nerds This just in, Tyler the Creator and Justin Bieber Was just in the room flippin' Selena Gomez Go 'head, give some, pucker up I'll fuck her up until the kids come in, umm After Tron Cat I got the rat shook And I ain't even have a hook For the white kids to sing along I don't wanna sing a song, fuck that Now cyberbully sissies on my little sisters Macbook I got you niggas nervous like a Pop Tryna ask his virgin, hot, vegan daughter where the cock goes Wake up, wash ass, go and eat some Roscoe's Head back to the studio to munch up on some tacos When I was younger I was bitchin' and Now I'm coming quicker than The shit that's swimmin' in my sock hole When them teeny boppers ain't around So Johnson and Johnson baby lotion Beat on my Johnson 'til my cock swole Stop saying you're sick, shit is kinda old I'm a fucking Herpe in a coma, you're a common cold Have you heard my brother verse on Llama? When that nigga's home Me, him and Hodgy gonna take the game and Get a stainless steel AK and aim it To the fucking referees head and put his lifeless body In a chokehold Uh-oh, these niggas is loco Best thing smokin' minus all of the tobacco Still hard to be black, well Malcolm X would be proud, this white bitch getting black-maled Blue-eyed cracker named Jenny, and skinny And Obama wanted change, I threw a couple fucking pennies at him Just a chip off the old block Chipped tooth ruth got some dick off my swole cock 'Cause I bag bitches, she's a zip off the old lock And that's just a logo on the center of that old box Oh stop, tryna be me, kids will go cop anything That I put on from the gold watch to the boxers that I put on Probably 'cause I'm going harder than erect cock dick filled with Botox Oh shit, you're as hard as senior citizens dick Oh fuck, don't slip, break hips and pop backs Show some respect to old chaps with my left fist 'Cause I'm the next best spitting wreck that's left here That's my ex bitch Her? She's my next bitch Have you met her mouth? No? Oh that's my bestest Bestie, and she gets beastie And she's my favorite babysitter cause the children never exit I was taught to act my shoe size, I'm eleven and a half Cock the umbrella cause when I spit Seven on your ass It's gonna be mid-stage Coachella Shake's faggot ass keep hatin' But I work hard for the shit that I got So it's still fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Planet Earth All associates can suck cock |
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