Tyler, The Creator - Jamba lyrics

Papa ain't call even though he saw me on TV, it's all good (f** you) But now my balls balls deep in this broad's jaw, swallow girl, it's just nut 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 gagging in the back of the cabin Camp Flog Gnaw, n***a, you can tell by the badge Hodgy, pa** me my inhaler I'm sicking of hacking and coughing, I'm often this f**ing awesome I'm animal, Noah's arking, all from this rapping nonsense Four stories in my home like "What the f**'s an apartment?" Get sh** poppin' like Peter's pores during puberty Take bets on how quick Tyler can reach maturity Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience Oh, you want a tip b**h, well here's my dick for gratiturity, b**h Shut 'em down n***a, shut 'em down Shut 'em down G Hodgy Beats: I tumble-crush on huzzy s*uts, give money up then nutty bu*t Professor Nutty Buddy Klump gets petty when you touch his lunch Like, what the f**? I'm drunk as f**, turn the f**ing music up So I can't hear these stupid f**s, talk-no-walk, let you discuss You're talking too much, who the f** are you to us? Uterus I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I don't begin moving up I'm shooting up, you and her crew on turf, new desert I can see the b**h in a n***a through his shirt I can smell the who*e on a b**h when she walk around 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 I used this earth to infuse the birth Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my Lou, get hip to the pew You can drink piss and eat a dick in a few, the sickening view Of visuals, woo, I'll eat your ribs, I'm a wolf Then meet your kids after school and give them d** 'cause it's cool, f**er Tyler, The Creator: Shut 'em down n***a, shut 'em down Shut 'em down Hodgy, f** this beat, n***a, let's smoke weed That sh** I need, be the sh** that's green A little purple and pink, come get some Swisher Sweets About three or four more than needed be I got a eighth I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape I hate the grape, I could taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes You could smell us in places when we walk in our clothing is Always covered in flakes, enough for two shake blunts, and what the f** is this? Uh I think this Mary is laced, my heart is beating at paces That Pacquiao can't relate I'm f**ing faded like gradients, sh**, I'm stuck like tape That's super glued to the center of Kelly Price first waist It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, the sh** is scary The paranoia from this marijuana's very heavy, I'm lifted Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel, pa** the sherm Let's use the Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipsh** Shut 'em down Domo Genesis: C'mon, my n***a, you don't even smoke, you weak as f**, my n***a You do not smoke, no tucks, my n***a You're as weak a** f**, your bu*t my n***a Oh, mark a** n***a, Cuh, oh my God, bro Here come this weak-a** n***a, Samuel