Hodgy Beats - Jamba lyrics

Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator Poppa ain't called even though he saw me on TV it's all good (f** you) But now my balls balls deep in this broads jaw swallow girl it's just noot b**hes scared to let me smash on they a**, yeah they heard I'm f**in nuts like the swag of a f*g Like me and Tekeli was gaggin in the back of the cabin Camp Floggnaw n***a you can tell by the badge (G, pa** me my inhaler!) I'm sick of hackin and coughin I'm often this f**in awesome I'm animals Noah's arkin' and often this rappin nonsense Four stories in my home like "What the f**s an apartment?" Get it poppin like Peter's pores during puberty And take bets on how long it takes Tyler to reach maturity Cussin out Siri like a waitress with no patience Want a tip b**h? Here's my dick for gratituity Chorus: sponsored links Shut em' down! You gotta shut em' down! X2 Verse 2: Hodgy Beats I tumble crush in Hodgy s*uts, give money up then nutty But Professor Nutty Buddy Clumpkins petty when you touch his lunch Like "What the f**, I'm drunk as f**," turn the f**in music up So I can hear these stupid f**s, talk no walk, like you discussed You talkin to much, "Who the f** are you to us, uterus?" I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I do not begin movin up, I'm shootin up, you and her, crew and turf, new dessert I can see the b**h in a n***a through his shirt I can smell the ho in a b**h whos flockin 'round my crew to flirt It's on your shoulder lose the dirt, yeah it's the movement first f** a human nurse, I'm ill like uses earth to infuse the birth Of my scrotum to the channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my Lou Get hit to the pubes, you can drink piss and s** a dick in a few, the sickening view A visual woose, I eat your ribs I'm a wolf The meet your kids at the school and give em d** cause it's cool (f**a) Chorus Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator Hodgy, f** this beat, n***a lets smoke weed That sh** I need, be that sh** that's green A little purple and pink, get some swisher sweets About three or, four more, then leave it be I got an eighth I could face, got a blunt flavored grape I hate the grape I can taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes You can smell us in place when we walk and our clothing always covered in flakes Enough for two shake blunts and "What the f** is this?" I think this Mary is laced, my hearts beating at paces that Pacquiao can relate I'm f**in faded like gradient sh**, I'm stuck like the tape thats superglued to the center of Kelly Price first waist It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, this sh** is scary The paranoia from this marijuana is very heavy I'm lifted, fainted my fifth hit, Lionel pa** the sherm lets use this Philly as a dipstick For this bath salt you dipsh**