Tyler, The Creator - Tina lyrics

n***as at the f**in' mall, n***as where my f**in' drawers? Think I'm happy? Think I'm sad? b**h you f**in' know my dad He wears his pants up in his a**, touch his a**, grab his dick You's a f*g, you like that sh**, O.F. is the f**in' clique I'm goin' off the top of the brain n***a don't know how to rap but I'm in the game f** that sh**, I don't give a f** I'm back up in the f**in' club, n***as know I'm at the mall Eatin' chips with my drawers, how you doing? How you fall? Swag, swag, swag, swag Tina perm your f**in' weave Eat my a**, lick my balls b**h I'm in the f**in' mall, with my n***as eatin' ham b**h I got that f**in' swag, you don't know my f**in' dad I don't know my f**in' dad, what is this a f**in' purse? I ain't f**in' Mexican, but we can have s** again With your sister with no rubber (Alexis' real name is Alex) What the f**? That's your f**in' brother? I ain't with that jerkin' sh** Unless it's Steve Harvey's buff sister tryna jerk my dick Swag, swag, swag, swag Tina perm your f**in' weave I'm with your girlfriend eatin' chips Mmm, stop the beat, b**h.. Alright, yeah, n***a, I was in the mall With my n***as bustin' triggers, yeah, swag Swag, swag, swag, swag Tina perm your f**in' weave b**hes, hoes, weaves, leather jackets b**hes, weaves, hoes, leather jackets b**hes, weaves, hoes, swag