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TYLER THE CREATOR lyrics : "Tamale Feat Tallulah"

[Intro: Tallulah]
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!


[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? (Umm)

Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a %#@!, ban my !@(!
Somebody said bands make her dance

You think you're getting cash, no (*##$, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, (*##$, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)

Here, take a !@#$ picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a !@#$ !@$@
And while you're at it, pass the lotion

And fapping and Xbox Live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture

Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned

[Hook: Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator]

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, Hot Tamale is on
A can of beans, (*##$, I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone


[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning

And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions

Tryna get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard "48", mother$#&@a I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves

From cuts for the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees, please
$#&@ I look like? Got a new bike tire
Never pop like the puss on a butch !@()

Think I give a $#&@, I do go raw
Then I bust in her jaw like ($#&@ that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from

Bigger than the obese hanging on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus

Like "You're going to jail now!"

[Hook]


[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?

If a woodchuck could ever give a $#&@?
(*##$ Suck Dick, mother$#&@ you and your opinions, (can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir

Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
I'm a CO, Colorado, $#&@ Michael (*##$ I'm badder than my BO
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo

Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos

[Hook 2: Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator]

Yeah Buddy, this is my jam, Na Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, No $#&@ You, Na Na Na Na Na Na!
Why y'all so salty, Hot Tamale is on

Can't agree? (*##$ im on
Your boy is bad to the bone


[Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator]
How many !@$)s can a lightbulb screw?
Well if it has a dick maybe two or six

And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my %#@!
Shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?

How many ladies in the house without a rich ^!$$%, huh?
A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my Mom don't catch me, tryna set mood

Little Redtube, $#&@ lotion, I don't need lube, dry fist suits me
Up and down, the friction makes a squeaky sound, the %#@!'s kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me

This %#@!'s so damn embarrassing like

[Outro]
Wolf: Oh %#@!, aw $#&@
Clancy: What the $#&@!

Wolf: Aw, I'm sorry
Clancy: Is that my shirt?
Wolf: Yeah sorry I needed something
Clancy: Clean that %#@! up, we're going to the office!

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