[Hook]
I got these b**hes brewin'
f**in' up my gold pots
[Verse 1]
You like my songs, I like your tits
But deep down, I don't really like you b**h
You got a nice tongue and you wear a nice thong
But b**h you dumb as f** to right from wrong
(Left) You're on my bed, but Simon's red
Now Simon says get the f** out my life
Cause you're not my wife, b**h you're a stand for this night
And you could be a stab for this knife
I'm seventeen, you're twenty-six
You're a divorced s*ut and you can't s** dick
You dropped outta college, you can't pay sh**
But I'm broke as f** too b**h, we on the same boat
Where's my inhaler? I think I'm gonna puke
Cause I can't believe I lost my virginity to you
Yeah, you was in it and I was in it too
But I guess I'm just gonna make this fish stew because
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
b**h shake your a**, shake it until the wet sweat
Crawls right down the crack of your a**
Booty meets snack, back that a** up
Until you come back up and lick my sack up
I'm Tyler the Creator, hang with thrashers and skaters
I do sound like Darth Vader
But that's not stoppin' me from eatin' your muffin
I think you and your friends
Should come with me to get your salad tossed
Cause when I make this stew
In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because
[Hook]
[Outro]
I got these b**hes brewin' inside of my gold pots
And there's wet p**y on my face shake that a**
And don't make vibrations stop