I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap
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Fuck your blog opinion and your feedback
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My self-respect I leave that, in the lost and found
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Where the black girls get their weaves back
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Awesome I achieve that minnie, blastin' "You're a jerk"
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In some fuckin' yellow skinnies lookin' like a fuckin' faggot
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Bouncin' round the house tryna find an easy way to rape Minnie
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Bet you thirty dollars you find her like Cartman found Kenny dead
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I like my girls smart, skinny
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Kinda poptart, when I bite into 'em red
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I'm a self-racist, you should tape this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapist
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I'm a fascist, fuck fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots
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My hat is by GB, if you got a fuckin' problem
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With the future, you can get a death wish just like a tiba
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Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future errant
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I'm watchin' the Berrics gettin' head from someone's parent
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Blind fuckin' hate inside my heart, guaranteed
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That I'm sharin' in the force with the cyclops starin'
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I'm flyin' on the beaver, you're a disbeliever
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So don't ask for no muthafuckin' ride when you see us
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Swim right past you, the shitlist said that I'm nutty such cashew
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Cause I jack off with dish soap and smell gas fumes
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Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos
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The shit you can mention me if anybody ask you
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Care to juggle with the cash news?
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You didn't see me here if someone ask you
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I wanna feel her in every way
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Mary Jane keeps me high like every day
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Bong, vaporizer in the sack now
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Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, I'm trapped
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Buy a swisher for a dollar or two blunt wraps
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Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat
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She ain't got time to try to relieve ya
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But she'll get all in your head, Sativa
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We grind, these niggas asking for some promo
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We sit back, observe, stacking hella box logos
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Square circle jerks starting O.F. moshpit
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Preaching to the poets, I'm an O.F. prophet
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No less profit, themed when we drop shit
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Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split
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It's that crack, give you something to sell
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Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail
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Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher than hell
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Ain't she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking Chanel
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Light skinned women, all sex everything
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Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything
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Everything that we call flight, living life
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This is everything that we call hype
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I'm everything that they call nice
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She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right
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Intimidated by niggas you can't be
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I'm a G, and this is something you can't see
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Top ranked, number one my son
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And she looking for them trees, baby we got some
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And stay focused on the women and you get less done
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It's ironic cause I always hear you talking about one
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Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high
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How high? Nigga, higher than the kites they fly
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Session
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Tyler, The Creator |