Whoa-Earl Sweatshirt/Tyler, The Creator

歌手 : Earl Sweatshirt / Tyler, The Creator

专辑 : Whoa

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:17

DOLBY 杜比全景声下载

臻品母带下载

臻品全景声下载

臻品音质

HIRES Hi-Res 下载

FLAC 无损flac 百度云网盘下载

APE 无损ape 格式下载

320MP3 极高mp3 歌曲下载

128MP3 标准mp3 百度网盘下载

192OGG 较高ogg 下载

192AAC 较高aac 下载

96AAC 标准aac 百度云下载

TXT Whoa-Earl Sweatshirt/Tyler, The Creator 文本歌词

Whoa - Earl Sweatshirt/Tyler, The Creator

Written by：Thebe Kgosi/Tyler/The Creator

Grab mittens who have to spit blizzardous

Actually flick cigarette ash at b**ch niggas

Harassment eight nickels of hash

Delay quick and then dash

To saint nicholas pad to taste venison

Still in the business of smacking up

Little rappers with

Raquets you play tennis with

Hated for bank lifting and

Spraying that hotter wind in the shade

Of his maimed innocence

Suitcase scented with haze and fileted sentences

Advanced apathy smashing the man cameras up

Tan khakis and antagonists dan dappered up

Vagabond had it since a padawan

Rapping hot as f**k in cattle brands

Wearing flannel thongs

Grab a bong momma and some food beer tag along

Get a nice spanking new sears catalog

Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop

Dead and wrong

Get 'em higher than the pitch

Of metal tea kettle songs

Four deep in a rover cannon

Riding dirty through a saugus canyon

Niggas know that it's the

G o l f dub a n g

50 k for the last check

But the dollar menu still be on deck

n***a it's the mutherf**kin'

G o l f dub a n g

Yeah the misadventures of a sh*t talker

Pissed as rick ross's fifth sip

Off his sixth lager

Known to sit and wash the

Sins off at the pitch alter

Hat never backwards like

The print off legit manga

Get it like a blue pill make ya stick longer

Or a swift fist off your

Chin from his wrist launcher

Chick chronic thrift shopper

Thick like the knicks roster

Stormed off and came straight

Back like pigs posture

Pen naw probably written with some used syringes

From out the rubbish bin a

T your local loony clinic

Watching movies in a room full

Of goons he rented

On the hunt for clues more food

And some f****y women

Bruising gimmicks with the broom

He usually use for quidditch

Gooey writtens scoot 'em to a ditch

Chewed and booty scented

Too pretentious do pretend

Like he could lose to spitting

Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies

Full of euph'emisms

Stupid

Thought it up jot it quick

Thought out toss it right back like a vodka fifth

Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in

For pocket lint

Then lob a wad of chicken

At a copper on some flocka sh*t

Posing n***a try to disrespect

Get a f**king thunder to his neck

Shout out to nak 'cause it's the

G o l f dub a n g

Looking bummy posted on the block

Looking like I ain't make

A quarter million off of socks n***a

'Cause it's the

G o l f dub a n g