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Tyler The Creator Tina


So do you party?

Nah, I just do ignorant hoodrat shit with me and my niggas in the f..ckin' mall. Odd Future Wolf Gang.


Niggas at the f..ckin' mall.
Niggas wear my f..ckin' draws.
Think I'm happy.
Think I'm sad.
Bitch, you f..ckin' on my dad.
He wears his pants up in his ass.
Touch his ass, grab his dick.
You's a fag, you like that shit.
OF is the f..cking clique.
Goin' off the top the brain.
Nigga, dunna how to rap,
But I'm in the game.
Fuck that shit.
I don't give a f..ck.
I'm backed up in the f..cking club.
Niggas know I'm at the mall.
Eattin' chips with my draws.
How you doin'?
How you fall?

Swag, swag, swag, swag,
Swag, swag, swag, swag.
Tina, perm your f..ckin' weave.
Tina, perm your f..ckin' weave.
Tina, perm your f..ckin' weave.
Tina, perm your f..ckin' weave.

Eat my ass.
Lick my balls.
Bitch, I'm in the f..ckin' mall
With my niggas
Eattin' ham, mmmmmmmmmm.
Yo, bitch I got that f..ckin' swag.
You don't know my f..ckin' dad.
I don't know my f..ckin' dad.
What is this, a f..ckin' curse?
I ain't f..ckin' Mexican.
But we can't have sex again.
With your sister,
With no rubber.
Alexis real name is Alex.
What the f..ck?
That's your f..ckin' brother?
I ain't with that jerkin' shit
Unless it's Steve Harvey's buff sister
Tyna jerk my dick.

Swag, swag, swag, swag.
Tina, perm your f..ckin' weave.
Tina, perm your f..ckin' weave.
Tina, perm your f..ckin' weave.
Tina, perm your f..ckin' weave.
Swag, swag, swag, swag
Swag, swag, swag.
Oh no.
Oh no.
Oh no.
Swag, swag, swag, swag,
Swag, swag, swag, swag,

I'm with yo girlfriend eattin' chips.
Mm, stop the beat, bitch.
Wait, hold, stop the beat.
Yeah nigga, I was in the mall
With my niggas bustin' triggers.
Yeah, swag.

Tina, perm your f..ckin' weave.
Tina, perm your f..ckin' weave.
Tina, perm your f..ckin' weave.
Tina, perm your f..ckin' weave.
Swag, swag, swag, swag
Swag, swag, swag, swag.
Tina, perm your f..ckin' weave.
Tina, perm your f..ckin' weave.
Tina, perm your f..ckin' weave.
Tina, perm your f..ckin' weave.

Bitches. (bit-) (yeah! )
Hoes. (no) (hoe)
Weaves. (so?) (fuck Ren)
Leather jackets. (a nigga don't know)
Bitches. (my mom)
Weaves. (weaves)
Hoes. (my sister)
Leather jackets. (leather jackets! )
It's bitches. (bitches)
Weaves. (swag)
Hoes.
Swag.

I'ma kill you and that f..ckin' baby, bitch.

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