Tina
Tyler The Creator Featuring Jasper And Taco Lyrics


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So, do you party? (Nah, I just do ignorant hoodrat shit
With me and my niggas in the fucking mall, Odd Future Wolf Gang)

Niggas at the fucking mall, niggas where my fucking drawers?
Think I'm happy? Think I'm sad? Bitch you fucking know my dad
He wears his pants up in his ass, touch his ass, grab his dick
You's a fag, you like that shit, O.F. is the fucking clique
I'm going off the top of the brain
Nigga don't know how to rap but I'm in the game
Fuck that shit, I don't give a fuck
I'm back up in the fucking club, niggas know I'm at the mall
Eating chips with my drawers, how you doing? How you fall?

Swag, swag, swag, swag
Tina perm your fucking weave

Eat my ass, lick my balls
Bitch I'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham
Bitch I got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad
I don't know my fucking dad, what is this a fucking purse?
I ain't fucking Mexican, but we can have sex again
With your sister with no rubber (Alexis' real name is Alex)
What the fuck? That's your fucking brother? I ain't with that jerkin' shit
Unless it's Steve Harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Swag, swag, swag, swag
Tina perm your fucking weave

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips
Um, stop the beat, bitch
Alright, yeah, nigga, I was in the mall
With my niggas busting triggers, yeah, swag

Swag, swag, swag, swag




Tina perm your fucking weave

Bitches, hoes, weaves, leather jackets (Nigga don't know)
Bitches, weaves, hoes, leather jackets
Bitches, weaves, hoes, swag (I'ma kill you and that fucking baby, bitch)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Tyler the Creator's song "Tina" are a chaotic and aggressive stream of consciousness that touch on various themes, from hoodrat culture to homophobic stereotypes. The first verse finds Tyler reveling in his ignorance and celebrating his close-knit crew, Odd Future Wolf Gang. He takes pleasure in defying societal norms by hanging out in the mall without any underwear and insulting anyone who questions his behavior. Tyler also references his estranged father, portraying him as a figure of ridicule who wears tight pants and invites inappropriate sexual advances.


The chorus is a repetitive and nonsensical chant of "swag" and "Tina perm your fucking weave," which seems to highlight the absurdity of hip-hop culture's obsession with appearance and material possessions. The second verse continues Tyler's aggressive posturing, as he brags about his sexual conquests and casually drops a homophobic slur. He also makes a bizarre reference to Steve Harvey's imaginary buff sister, which adds to the song's surreal and absurdist tone.


The final verse is the most disturbing, as Tyler threatens violence against women and children and seems to revel in the shock value of his lyrics. Overall, "Tina" is a visceral and provocative track that showcases Tyler the Creator's talent for subverting hip-hop clichés and challenging societal norms.


Line by Line Meaning

So, do you party?
Do you like to have fun and go out to social events?


Nah, I just do ignorant hoodrat shit
No, I participate in reckless and ignorant behavior.


With me and my niggas in the fucking mall, Odd Future Wolf Gang
I hang out with my friends at the mall, we are members of the Odd Future Wolf Gang group.


Niggas at the fucking mall, niggas where my fucking drawers?
Are there guys at the mall looking at me and my underwear?


Think I'm happy? Think I'm sad? Bitch you fucking know my dad
Why are you asking if I'm happy or sad when you already know my father?


He wears his pants up in his ass, touch his ass, grab his dick
My father wears his pants too high and likes when people touch his butt and genitals.


You's a fag, you like that shit, O.F. is the fucking clique
You are gay and enjoy what my dad does, we are part of the Odd Future Wolf Gang group.


I'm going off the top of the brain
I'm freestyling and improvising my lyrics.


Nigga don't know how to rap but I'm in the game
Although I am not very skilled at rapping, I am still pursuing a career in this field.


Fuck that shit, I don't give a fuck
Screw everything, I don't care about anything.


I'm back up in the fucking club, niggas know I'm at the mall
I am back at the club, everyone knows that I hang out at the mall.


Eating chips with my drawers, how you doing? How you fall?
Eating chips while only wearing my underwear, how are you doing? Why did you fall?


Swag, swag, swag, swag
I have a lot of style and confidence.


Tina perm your fucking weave
Make sure your hair looks nice with a Tina perm.


Eat my ass, lick my balls
Perform oral sex on me.


Bitch I'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham
I am at the mall with my friends, eating ham.


Bitch I got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad
I am very stylish and confident, you don't know anything about my father.


I don't know my fucking dad, what is this a fucking purse?
I don't know anything about my father, what is this thing that looks like a purse?


I ain't fucking Mexican, but we can have sex again
I'm not Mexican, but we can have sex again.


With your sister with no rubber (Alexis' real name is Alex)
I had sex with your sister without using protection, her name is Alexis.


What the fuck? That's your fucking brother? I ain't with that jerkin' shit
What the hell? That's your brother? I am not interested in that jerking activity.


Unless it's Steve Harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick
Except if Steve Harvey's muscular sister wants to jerk me off.


I'm with your girlfriend eating chips
I am hanging out with your girlfriend and eating chips.


Um, stop the beat, bitch
Pause the instrumental, please.


Alright, yeah, nigga, I was in the mall
Okay, yes, I was at the mall.


With my niggas busting triggers, yeah, swag
I was with my friends pulling the trigger on guns, it was cool.


Bitches, hoes, weaves, leather jackets (Nigga don't know)
Women, prostitutes, hair extensions, leather jackets (Nobody has any idea).


Bitches, weaves, hoes, leather jackets
Women, hair extensions, prostitutes, leather jackets.


Bitches, weaves, hoes, swag (I'ma kill you and that fucking baby, bitch)
Women, hair extensions, prostitutes, coolness (I will murder you and your baby, woman).




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Travis Bennett, Tyler Okonma, Davon Wilson

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Comments from YouTube:

@Euina

Please rise for the national anthem.

@stayfrosty7364

Euina I'll stand no knees

@supremeshorts606

Euina If it happends im buying all odd future items

@local1925

Euina swag swag punch a ...bitch

@gailsingleton7706

I think every one would go crazy if this was the national anthem

@wandxrs

Euina do y’all hear sum

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@wwhhaattareu2881

Perfect wedding song

@SplitWorn

Ikr

@caravan-7561

Wwhhaatt Areu it really is

@RetroSonicfan

If you want to get divorced just two days after the marriage then it yeah it is I guess

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