Tyler The CreatorTina

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)
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