Slater lyrics

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Nas


[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D. (Star Trak)
Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs
sh*t (What?), now I kick it in the 'burbs

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Me? I'm from the slums, n*ggas who push a ton
Ton of drums, with foul flow, dirty mouth, like kissing bums
Mama done made her one, um, a witty son
With no respect for women, so show me your titties, hun (What?)
You eighteen? Me? I'm twenty-somethin'
Okay, I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one
I wild out at shows, break sh*t, it should be fun
Venues are like pus*y with me, "Should he come?"
I'ma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack for my black lips
Then dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese
A stack of cheese for these rats, um, that mac and cheese
New 'Preme sh*t got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees
f*ck critics ("How's your di*k?") sh*t, how's your knees?
Y'all on my di*k more than my index when I take a pee (Damn)
I came up with ''Rella'', ain't touch a bag of weed (Word?)
sh*t was doper than Whitney Houston's needs
Golf Wang, that's the team to be, ayy
Getting T.U., O.F., indeed
We was missing Sweatshirt, like "Where's the hooded sleeve?"
Okay, never mind, we found him, yeah
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D.​
Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs
sh*t, now I kick it in the 'burbs

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Guess I win, checks started cashing in
I stop rapping and start asking where my f*cking passion is
Probably where that faggot went (Who?) Tyler talking father problems
Shocking sh*t, he spit to popping topics in them gossip columns
I ain't ask for this, I did it out of boredom
Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom
Now; Ye's, PJs, sipping leche
Chips Ahoy, boy, listening to "Cowboy", ayy!
Boy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy, ayy!
AUS was awes', I enjoyed, boy
Y'all n*ggas played as a tot's toy
Have a good day as I annoy, oi

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D.​
Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs
sh*t, now I kick it in the 'burbs
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Canons with panorama views
My shoes that seen more vans than Mexicanas
Or crackers in Alabama
G-O-to-the-L-F, this OF
I opened up a store so I don't stress
But, n*gga, I (What?), mosh in gardens
Jazz punk sh*t, playing chords
Making up sh*t, pardon my Dolly Partons
And I keep shartin'
Hoodies with rectangles and different colors
n*ggers think I started kindergarten

[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator, Frank Ocean & Both]
My b*tch is on my handle bars
I, just, wanna, ride, my bike
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My b*tch is on my handle bars
Hair blowing in the wind
Her freckles look like candy bars
Hair blowing in the wind
My b*tch is on my handle bars
I, just, wanna, ride, my bike
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My b*tch is on my handle bars (Handle bars)
Hair blowing in the wind (Ooh)
Her freckles look like candy bars (sh*t)
My cool summer never ends (Cool)
My b*tch is on my handle bars
Yeah (Bars, bars)
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
[Outro: Frank Ocean]
Oh my God, seriously? Mister Cool Guy, haha
You're talking to a f*cking bike, loser
Hehe, oh f*ck
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