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Tyler The Creator Otras Canciones

sweat Crawls right down the crack of your ass Booty meets snack, back that ass up Until you come back up and lick my sack up I'm Tyler the Creator, hang

everything that wasn't email So I put two up I'm hot, she cool I call it a blue crush We fucked, no kiss, thats it Fuck love Snort drugs, make songs,

: [performed with N.E.R.D] [Verse 1: Tyler] Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop Pissin' on the demons of the Earth What's it really worth? Shit, now

: [Hook:] So I met this girl at the club And I just wanted her to suck my dick And that's cause She's a boppin' bitch [x4] Now she's drunk and talkin

: [Intro:] Hey! What's your name? Oh, that's nice Me? I'm Wolf, you can call me Tyler though I'm eighteen, you from around here? Oh, you look like my

: (Tyler speaking) Nigga had the fuckin nerve to call me immature - what the fuck you think I made Odd Future for? To wear fuckin suits and make good

head, melon off and let it rip Just like a cannon from the teen in Nick That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette Tyler the creator invented some

: [feat. Casey Veggies] [Verse 1:] My life? Screw it, with a drunk bitch Like what the fuck are we doing? We kissing, I'm weezing, it's time to play