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Tyler the Creator Lyrics
(I wanna rock, I wanna rock)
(I wanna rock, I wanna rock, I wanna rock)
(Don't stop) yeah
We ain't talkin' to your dumbass
You could be a millionaire and still be a bum ass
Boy, I've been on a dream, I've been on a to-
(Don't stop, do-don't stop) okay, look
Why I work so hard? My soul profit
Why I can't settle down? I like options
Why I hate small talk? I like topics
How's shoppin'? I'm a pig, I love copping, uh
No BBLs, I like A cups, uh
Long legs pretty when they wake up, uh
Niggas run they mouth, wanna race up
Everything real here, no lace front, okay
I doze during December, I slay
And I don't even like girls, bitch, I'm way up too high
Bitch, I'm on own dick, I don't need your box, uh
Fuck them regrets (uh)
Call them to get all that weight off your chest (uh)
Got my brothers here, we the Wayans
Not my only girl, but you my favorite
I've been flyin' high, where's the pavement?
Enough of me, can I get a amen? Oh
(Don't stop)
(Don't stop) can I get a amen?
(Don't stop)
(Don't stop)
(Don't stop) I'll air this bitch out like balloon
(Don't stop) I'll send his bitch-ass to the moon
I'm at the top, ain't no room (don't stop)
Aight, where this swamp is? (Where this swamp is?)
Flyest bitch up in the room, I need a cockpit (need a cockpit)
I need some PETA for this pussy
They want the croc print (want the croc print)
I'm finna air these DL niggas out the closet (air it out, air it)
I let it in (let it in), I let it out (let it out)
I'm a bi bitch, but I need that pussy now (gimme the pussy, bitch)
If he is gay, then I am gay, and we are nouns (we are nouns)
Me and Tyler finna take your bitch down
Oui oui, merci
Keep it cute when you're in my city
I'm 5'2", A-cup titties
I don't need you 'cause I already fuck me
I don't need a Range when I got an airboat
I don't need a plane 'cause the airboat flow (don't stop)
Out in New York, walk around bare-toed
I don't need a passport, I'm a swamp bitch, ho, oh
(Don't stop) don't stop
(Don't stop) don't stop
(Don't stop) don't stop
(Don't stop)
I air this bitch out like a queef
I'll send your ass back to the streets
I'll spray your whole block with le FLEUR*
He gon' eat this pussy out 'cause it's sweet
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
(I wanna rock, I wanna rock, I wanna rock)
(Don't stop) yeah
We ain't talkin' to your dumbass
You could be a millionaire and still be a bum ass
Boy, I've been on a dream, I've been on a to-
(Don't stop, do-don't stop) okay, look
Why I work so hard? My soul profit
Why I can't settle down? I like options
How's shoppin'? I'm a pig, I love copping, uh
No BBLs, I like A cups, uh
Long legs pretty when they wake up, uh
Niggas run they mouth, wanna race up
Everything real here, no lace front, okay
I doze during December, I slay
And I don't even like girls, bitch, I'm way up too high
Bitch, I'm on own dick, I don't need your box, uh
Fuck them regrets (uh)
Call them to get all that weight off your chest (uh)
Got my brothers here, we the Wayans
Not my only girl, but you my favorite
I've been flyin' high, where's the pavement?
Enough of me, can I get a amen? Oh
(Don't stop)
(Don't stop) can I get a amen?
(Don't stop)
(Don't stop)
(Don't stop) I'll air this bitch out like balloon
(Don't stop) I'll send his bitch-ass to the moon
I'm at the top, ain't no room (don't stop)
Aight, where this swamp is? (Where this swamp is?)
Flyest bitch up in the room, I need a cockpit (need a cockpit)
I need some PETA for this pussy
They want the croc print (want the croc print)
I'm finna air these DL niggas out the closet (air it out, air it)
I let it in (let it in), I let it out (let it out)
I'm a bi bitch, but I need that pussy now (gimme the pussy, bitch)
If he is gay, then I am gay, and we are nouns (we are nouns)
Me and Tyler finna take your bitch down
Oui oui, merci
Keep it cute when you're in my city
I'm 5'2", A-cup titties
I don't need you 'cause I already fuck me
I don't need a Range when I got an airboat
I don't need a plane 'cause the airboat flow (don't stop)
Out in New York, walk around bare-toed
I don't need a passport, I'm a swamp bitch, ho, oh
(Don't stop) don't stop
(Don't stop) don't stop
(Don't stop) don't stop
(Don't stop)
I air this bitch out like a queef
I'll send your ass back to the streets
I'll spray your whole block with le FLEUR*
He gon' eat this pussy out 'cause it's sweet
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Harry Wayne Casey, James Brown, Jaylah Hickmon, Luther Campbell, Rick Finch, Robert Ginyard, Tyler Okonma
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