Tyler, The Creator - Domo23 lyrics

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Tyler, The Creator - Domo23 lyrics

Sick to my motherf**ing tummy b**h must think I'm a motherf**ing dummy Because I dress bummy, b**h think I'm broke b**h, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money Popping since ba*tard, Clancy is my slave master Thanks to them crackers, my pockets are fatter than excess sh** that's weighting on Jasper I've never popped a bottle, but I've f**ed a couple models in Europe Yup, and a couple of them swallowed Meet me half way, b**h I'm going all in And I never pull back, shout-out to my n***a Taco f** that, Golf Wang f** that, Golf Wang f** that, Golf Wang f** that, (Golf Wang!) f** that, Golf Wang f** that, Golf Wang f** that, Golf Wang f** that, (Golf Wang!) f** that, Golf Wang f** that, Golf Wang f** that, Golf Wang f** that, (Golf Wang!) So, a couple f*gs threw a little hissfit Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs And said I was a racist h*mophobic So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing You think I give a f**? I ain't even stick my dick in yet (No h*mo; too soon.) And while y'all are rolling doobies I be in my bedroom scoring movies Still, I'm sounding like a f**ing newbie s** my dick, motherf**er, sue me Mom got a new whip so she could scoop me A year ago, I ain't have no hoopty Four story home, gotta climb eight sets of stairs Just to see where my f**ing roof be f** that, Golf Wang f** that, Golf Wang f** that, Golf Wang f** that, (Golf Wang!) f** that, Golf Wang f** that, Golf Wang f** that, Golf Wang f** that, (Golf Wang!) Wait a God damn second I'm tripping balls, David Beckham Will fall cause sh**'s going down Just like Rodney King's swimming lessons Now me and Justin smoke sherm and been talking 'bout freeing perm And purchasing weapons naming them and aim them in One Direction (Wait a minute) It sounds like midgets in a God damn speaker Every time you play this sh** loud But that's just me trying to get milk now Instead of grunts from a God damn cow Hit me on my beeper while Captain Hook s**s my Peter Pan camera, repeat procedure And when the beat drops, have a God damn seizure f** that, Golf Wang f** that, Golf Wang f** that, Golf Wang f** that, (Golf Wang!) f** that, Golf Wang f** that, Golf Wang f** that, Golf Wang f** that, (Golf Wang!) f** that, Golf Wang f** that, Golf Wang f** that, Golf Wang f** that, (Golf Wang!) f** that, Golf Wang f** that, Golf Wang f** that, Golf Wang f** that Cut it out I said I didn't want no goddamn lettuce I don't want that sh**! I don't want your goddamn lettuce He-he