Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sandwitches, artist - Tyler, The Creator. Album song Goblin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tyler
Song language: English
Sandwitches |
| Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature |
| Fuck you think I made Odd Future for? |
| To wear fucking suits and make good decisions? |
| Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang |
| Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don’t Give a Fuck |
| Who cries about his daddy and a blog because his music sucks? |
| (I did!) |
| Well, you fucking up, and truthfully I had enough |
| And fuck rolling papers, I’m a rebel, bitch, I’m ashing blunts (Sorry) |
| Full of shit, like I ate that John |
| Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong |
| Let’s buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom |
| With nice homes, 41k's, and nice ass lawns |
| Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain’t taking no shit |
| Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playing with dick |
| I’m jealous as shit, cause I ain’t got no home meal to come to |
| So, if you do, I’m throwing fingers out screaming «fuck you» |
| I got ten of these Kennedy’s |
| Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery |
| 'preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy |
| I’m fucking 'bout it, 'bout it, like I’m Master P in '96 |
| It’s fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks |
| Surprised she hasn’t taked the nasty dick inside her alley you |
| The Golf Wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again |
| And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again |
| I’m going harder than a midget jumping over me |
| Chronic youth, I’m shoving blunt wraps in bitches ovaries |
| Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be |
| Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know it’s me, ugh |
| Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang |
| It’s the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang |
| It’s the Wolf Gang, it’s the Wolf Gang |
| It’s the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang |
| It’s the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang |
| Wolf Gang, triple six crew |
| It’s the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang |
| Wolf Gang kill them |
| My love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearses |
| I’m sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this? |
| You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect |
| Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches |
| Uh, fuck church, they singing and the shit ain’t even worth it |
| In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch |
| You told me God was the answer |
| When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer |
| I’m stuck in triangles, looking for my angel |
| Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle |
| Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr |
| It was hilarious, well it ain’t fucking funny now |
| I’ll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground |
| I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds |
| «My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds» |
| Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks |
| I’m right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank |
| Free Earl, that’s the fucking shit |
| And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks |
| Um, Wolf Gang, that’s the fucking clique |
| Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six |
| Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas bitches |
| We don’t need y’all, The Fader’s who we really fucking with, bitch |
| And we don’t fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots |
| Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box |