《Smuckers(Explicit)》歌词

[00:00:00] Smuckers (Explicit) - Tyler, The Creator (造物主泰勒)/Kanye West (坎耶·韦斯特)/Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)

[00:00:01] For your boy

[00:00:02] I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor

[00:00:05] I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors ni**a

[00:00:10] Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive

[00:00:13] What's your name again nobody knows it

[00:00:15] Don't speak to me ni**a, you not important

[00:00:17] I'm focused

[00:00:23] They say I'm nutty, a picnic basket

[00:00:25] I'm short of a sandwich

[00:00:26] A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot

[00:00:28] Please come and get me

[00:00:29] Said I suck him at your neck

[00:00:30] Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky

[00:00:32] Like a HIV victim, man nobody f**kin' with me

[00:00:35] I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon

[00:00:38] And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe it

[00:00:41] Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber

[00:00:44] But you f**ked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger

[00:00:47] I clearly don't give a f**k, say you could run that sh*t back

[00:00:50] And f**k your loud pack, and f**k your Snapchat

[00:00:54] Cherry Bomb, the greatest f**kin' album since the days of sound

[00:00:57] And that sh*t gon' pop just like that ni**a that was never 'round

[00:01:00] Damn, 'bout to drop, gas 'em up, thick exhaust

[00:01:03] Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft

[00:01:06] We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves

[00:01:09] Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice

[00:01:11] Put that f**kin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes

[00:01:14] Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8

[00:01:17] When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great

[00:01:20] Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass 'em a plate

[00:01:23] 'Ye

[00:01:24] Why, why, why?

[00:01:25] Why don't they like me?

[00:01:29] Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks

[00:01:31] But I'm the only ni**a to ever check Nike

[00:01:36] Richer than white people with black kids

[00:01:39] Scarier than black people with ideas

[00:01:42] Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'

[00:01:44] But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding

[00:01:48] They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me

[00:01:51] You can't lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me

[00:01:54] I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em

[00:01:56] I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'

[00:01:59] I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds

[00:02:02] I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked me are you still down

[00:02:05] Yeah my ni**a, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on

[00:02:08] I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome

[00:02:11] I am the free ni**a archetype

[00:02:13] I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon

[00:02:17] It's funny when you get extra money

[00:02:20] Every joke you tell just be extra funny

[00:02:23] I mean you can even dress extra bummy

[00:02:26] Coc*ine, bathroom break, nose extra runny

[00:02:29] And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me

[00:02:32] Oxford want a full blown lecture from me

[00:02:34] And the Lexus pull up, err like hop, I hopped out, like wassup

[00:02:38] Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck, hold up

[00:02:49] I studied the proportions

[00:02:50] Emotions runnin' at an Autobahn speed level

[00:02:53] Had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God

[00:02:56] He said I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard

[00:03:01] For your boy

[00:03:02] I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors

[00:03:05] I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room

[00:03:09] Damn

[00:03:11] Two, three, four

[00:03:12] Hold your f**kin' horses

[00:03:14] Niggas really f**kin' thought that T lost it

[00:03:17] Like I bet it at an auction been exhausted

[00:03:20] I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips

[00:03:24] F**kin' losers

[00:03:26] Hold your f**kin' ponies my homie

[00:03:28] I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat p**sy like Shoney's

[00:03:31] That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies

[00:03:34] I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni

[00:03:37] I swear

[00:03:38] This them golf boys, like them hot boys

[00:03:40] For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but it's the two-thou

[00:03:44] When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne

[00:03:48] What up Slime, ni**a go hard

[00:03:50] Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain

[00:03:52] Got too much drive, need like ten lanes

[00:03:55] Life is a broad and she give brain

[00:03:57] That's that road head, that's a dream car

[00:04:00] Got a four ten, of that same year I was born

[00:04:03] That's that one nine nine one, 'nother ni**a like I

[00:04:07] You won't find one, cuz ni**a I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

[00:04:11] My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb

[00:04:14] Middle finger blind so it's f**k A-N-Y one

[00:04:17] F**k, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son

[00:04:20] I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump

[00:04:23] Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up

[00:04:26] Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up

[00:04:29] I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come

[00:04:31] She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wanda

[00:04:35] Oh my goodness

[00:04:35] Wayne them b**ches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy

[00:04:39] Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles

[00:04:42] B**ch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel

[00:04:45] Black a** ni**a

[00:04:46] They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling

[00:04:49] Boy let's get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers

[00:04:52] And a couple owners, that's kinda German

[00:04:54] You bring the nooses, and a couple trees

[00:04:56] Where the money grow, and get bodies burning

[00:04:58] Cause I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin

[00:05:02] Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham

[00:05:05] I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon

[00:05:08] Was, f**k us, maybe we should team up

[00:05:11] Anti Golf boys cuz I don't f**k with me either

[00:05:14] I'ma liar, I'ma faggot

[00:05:16] Son you need Jesus

[00:05:17] But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well

[00:05:22] I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys

[00:05:24] And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis

[00:05:27] I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame

[00:05:30] Or lame, nor strange

[00:05:32] Nah faggot it's Golf Wang