sh*tty Freestyle (Last Dayz) lyrics

by

Tyler, The Creator


[Hodgy Beats]
Yeah, OF on the lettermen we all better then
Any haters wanna beef we gonn' sever them
Cut 'em in half, I'm a f*ckin' cow so I'm cuttin' these (I f*cked up)

[Tyler]
Litter f*ckin' life, and I hit b*tches and they f*ckin' wife
Chris brown a real n*gga, sock that b*tch up in her mouth
Do I give a f*ck? No, but if I gave a f*ck
Do you think I'd tell you? f*ck no! Kinda like my dad
When he came home and told me he wanted to get my ass wet
Goddamn that's gay but I'm not so f*ck it I won't stop
I keep sayin' this gay sh*t
But if you got a problem n*gga, you don't gotta play it
I need my damn inhaler cause I'm barely f*ckin' breathing
Jackin' off semen everywhere up on the chair
I put my jeans but f*ck it I'll just go to Diamond and get another pair
And if they got a problem, f*ck it, go to 'preme and get a box logo f*ckin' tee
And motherf*ckin' panties just to match, so when I can pee
I can pull them f*ckin' down and sit down and look at E
f*ckin' rectangles on my f*ckin' G-string
That's f*ckin' gay I know, goddamn that sh*t is tight but yo
Shout out to all my n*ggas doing hardcore drugs
And sockin' b*tches out and shootin' up the Key clubs
Goddamn I f*cked up, I've gone blah blah, a blacker n*gga tad of sagga a dagga lagga
[Hodgy Beats]
I feel like I'm brown
But I'mma go up, watch the flow come down
Errybody wanna be like us
But I don't give a f*ck, ridin' on my trucks
Skateboard that is, I hate whores that is
And fat kids that eat donuts and act like sl*ts, f*ck y'all little b*tch ass n*ggas

[Tyler]
I don't know I'm bored, so I'mma rap about sh*t
That don't need to be rapped about sh*t
I get b*tches and I'm I wrap 'em in sh*t like plastic wrap and sh*t
And then there at the bottom of my freezer with the carrots and
Broccoli, ain't no f*ckin' stopping me
I'm hotter then the dandazies
On my f*ckin' p*nis when Raquel was on her f*ckin' knees
But she don't like to talk to me
She f*ckin' up cause in about a week we gon' have like 30 G's
Coulda bought her, a f*ckin', Gucci purse
(You know what I was gonna say first)
I don't care I got b*tch lickin' my balls
And I'mma take all my homies and roll through the mall
Buy every f*ckin' thing and listen to Tina
While we buy everything and listen to Tina
While we buy everything and listen to Tina
While we listen to Tina, I'mma buy everything
And give way to f*ckin' bums..
My lungs ain't got no f*ckin' air
So if I f*ckin' stop here, there
I don't care if you do but if you do I don't care
That's not makin' sense, I'm a f*ckin' ithiet
And I'm so f*ckin' intimate
With a f*ckin' pastor tryna f*ck me in his class
While there's c*m up on my ass
So when I slide I can just motherf*ckin', um, move faster
Goddamn that's nasty
Oh sh*t, jackin' off then I watch Degrassi
And watch a bunch of pedophiles come on and pass me
My f*ckin' beard is growin' in so they are losing interest
So let me shave it, so they can try and get into this
Damn that's gay as f*ck

[Hodgy Beats]
Yo
The infamous n*gga is wilding, whole f*ckin' crew is dieting
So we go to Trae and goons and get some rice pudding
For all these b*tches that don't want the beef
Be cool so we keep pushing and uh, n*ggas know we flowing
If we ain't, then we ain't flowing
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