Juggernaut
Tyler the Creator Lyrics


Hey, Ms. Parker
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Sound like (oh)
I just cut some fresh lemons, where's the sugar?
Lemon in my aid, lemon in my ears, call 'em boogers
Rather six feet 'fore I'm ever seen with you niggas (Hold up)
Yeah

What it is? It's that nigga T, skin look colored in (woo)
Ridin' in, double-double R, that's that Cullinan (yeah)
Pullin' in that four hundred grand, I just ordered this (yeah)
Switzerland, Lake Geneva where I spend my summer in (true story)
Golf Le Fleur, that's Gianno shoe, what I'm runnin' in
Earlobe look like headlights on a new van (Gangsta Grillz)
I'm so motherfuckin' dead as I need some Timberlands (woo)
I battle any man, Uzi Vert, don't think they understand (yeah, yeah)

Uh (skrrt, cool), double C on my feet
Double G on my freak (ooh), Louis V by my brick
She wan' kick it with me, she back eat it then leave (leave, whoa)
She try save 'bout the place but keep eatin' my meat
We can't see none of 'em, bro, she keep eatin' my seeds (woo)
Got a E and a B on the back of the CT
I'm done with the 12, got a V16
Uh, say the money comin' in, yeah, that's true
The more money I get, I don't wan' sex you
Can't think about the last time that I text you
It's probably once I kicks out them belt loops
Sign my John Hancock on a bitch every time I check you
Just like a brand new Lamb', I wreck you, uh
So if it's mine, it's yours, woo, woo, woo

Ride 'til the dinner tapped in
Out of time and imagine her in the exit
Last year, more than what Google say my net is
I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit
Uh, uh, uh

It's the double P, I rock double C
Man, I run them beats like you run in cleats
Man, come to me, you want somethin' to see
This internally flawed, that's a double V
What troubles me is you couple me
With these subtle fleas tryna double league
Hornet trapped in the hive
Of a motherfuckin' bumblebee
They just got the closest picture of the fuckin' sun surface, that was us
Got the LaFerrari, park that bitch just for one purpose, catchin' dust
My Secret Service carry mops, you call 'em street sweepers, back you up
Tat' you up then add you up, then give you cover like adieu
If this shit's fake, I don't respect it
It's clickbait and that's distaste like a shit-shake
What a difference your wrist make when it's Richard-made
Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fish plate
Shit-faced, get this straight, this is truck wheels that grip tape

Ride 'til it done attacked them
Out of time and imagine her in the exit
Last year, more than what Google say my net is
I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit
Uh, uh, uh

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Written by: Tyler Gregory Okonma, Symere Woods, Pharrell Williams

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HIVEMIND

one of tyler's best videos ever

Louise Delmont

https://youtu.be/8A48TvZHjcM 😭😭🙏

LBx1243

I need a Tyler x DaBaby joint immediately

Catalina B

NEW TYLER FANS BE LIKE

Bigbird

Hivemind

Roberto 07

thats extremely debatable

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Johnstruktor

it starts pretty chill and then tyler starts dancing like crazy frog on a monster truck

Tiyana Starr

i love it!😂😂😂

Braeden Chek

Comment of the year

Max Vives

Rolls-Royce Monster truck

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