Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Seven , by - Tyler, The Creator. Song from the album Bastard, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.12.2014
Record label: F.M.F. Entertainment
Song language: English
Seven |
| I’d tell him to eat a dick quicker than Mexicans sprint over borders |
| I give a fuck like a quarter with 20 cent |
| At Hamptons with Fred Hampton relaxing at Happy Camper |
| It’s the fucking financial aid at Hamptons wasn’t relaxing, I’m taxing |
| «Fuck 'em all!"'s what I’m chanting, don’t complain I’m just ranting |
| Fuck ranking, I’m the best, I’m the champion’s chariot |
| I’m a liar like Carrey in Liar Liar |
| I’m dirtier than the sheets in the Marriott, Cable guy like Larry |
| Peter Pan in my youth, fucking fairies |
| I’m using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste |
| Fuck it, Odd Future some Nazis, black Nazis don’t copy |
| We perfect, you sloppy, hotter than Saki Takei |
| Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet |
| Screw you like a black teen on Judge Hatchett |
| Hang with thrashers and jackers |
| Drug dealers and crackers, AP students and slackers |
| I’m backwards like Jermaine Dupri in '93 |
| Escaping from concentration camps with a fucking girl board and a ramp |
| That I ordered from CCS with some diamonds that’s VVS |
| Like I went to Sierra Leone in a homecoming dress |
| With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny |
| Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly |
| White, red-headed bitch reminded me of Annie |
| She dino like my state of mind, so yeah she understand me |
| Fuck You Bunch is here, never disrespect my family |
| That’s for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntie |
| Wasted fucking youth? |
| All you old niggas antiques |
| We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from Randy |
| Bitches like Tia Landry watching Billy and Mandy |
| Motherfuckers wanna be Odd but you can’t be |
| Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot |
| I guess I got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper |
| From Los Angee area anytime I’m fucking landing |
| Fuck 2DopeBoyz and NahRight, shout out to Hype Track |
| Them motherfuckers could never get rid of me |
| Guess I gotta do a fucking song with Dom Kennedy |
| Get these fucking hip hop bloggers to start feeling me |
| Because I’m seventeen, compose my own beats |
| Lyrically I’m dope enough to ass-fuck the dude who made nicotine |
| Maybe I should buy some Hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans |
| And follow in your footsteps like a motherfucking millipede |
| Centipede, make songs about Gucci and ciggaweed |
| Jerk with my freshmen like it’s some motherfucking little league |
| No I’m not no fucking hipster, mister |
| No I’m not no fucking Kid Cudi, all my fucking fans love me |
| Collaboration hits for fans screaming fuck buddies, yo, yo |
| I’m driving in a stolen truck, and I’m probably fucking drunk |
| Wasted as fuck, can’t walk it out, DJ Unk |
| My nose is filled with coke and my license is revoked |
| (Shut the fuck up!) Who the fuck told me not to spoke? |
| Fuck everybody here, everybody vanished, I’m managed |
| Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich |
| Everybody listening can suck my dick in Spanish |
| Fuck you, faggot (fucking bastard) |
| Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record |
| I was, I was probably angry, probably on my period |
| But um, I didn’t mean to offend anyone, alright, I’m lying, OF |