Jamba (Instrumental)

歌詞

Papa ain't call even though he saw me on TV, it's all good (Fuck you) But now my balls balls deep in this broad's jaw, swallow girl, it's just nut Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass Yeah, they heard I'm fuckin' nuts like the swag of a fag Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin Camp Flog Gnaw, nigga, you can tell by the badge Hodgy, pass me my inhaler I'm sicking of hacking and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome I'm animal, Noah's arking, all from this rapping nonsense Four stories in my home like "What the fuck's an apartment?" Get shit 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 bitch, well here's my dick for gratiturity, bitch Shut 'em down Nigga, shut 'em down Shut 'em down G Hodgy Beats: I tumble-crush on huzzy sluts, give money up then nutty butt Professor Nutty Buddy Klump gets petty when you touch his lunch Like, what the fuck? I'm drunk as fuck, turn the fucking music up So I can't hear these stupid fucks, talk-no-walk, let you discuss You're talking too much, who the fuck 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 bitch in a nigga through his shirt I can smell the whore on a bitch when she walk around my crew to flirt It's on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the movement first Fuck 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 drugs 'cause it's cool, fucker Tyler, The Creator: Shut 'em down Nigga, shut 'em down Shut 'em down Hodgy, fuck this beat, nigga, let's smoke weed That shit I need, be the shit 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 fuck is this? Uh I think this Mary is laced, my heart is beating at paces That Pacquiao can't relate I'm fucking faded like gradients, shit, 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 shit is scary The paranoia from this marijuana's very heavy, I'm lifted Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel, pass the sherm Let's use the Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit Shut 'em down Domo Genesis: C'mon, my nigga, you don't even smoke, you weak as fuck, my nigga You do not smoke, no tucks, my nigga You're as weak ass fuck, your butt my nigga Oh, mark ass nigga, Cuh, oh my God, bro Here come this weak-ass nigga, Samuel