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[Intro: the Creator & A$AP Rocky]
hot and horny
Don't say like that
You start me from the top? Listen
out Harlem, man
Shout out Rocky, man
in the building, man
What's Is that potato salad?
Yo,

1: Tyler the Creator]
Niggas me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I playing games
But got some lil' who would do it, so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, your nose
Pause your life if you try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like barbers
'Cause we really with the beef like gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains all shiny with thick water
I got pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip and cop cribs
I got space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams, I'm
Got the laser gun the big beam
Married to the money, my green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets Yao Ming
Y'all weak
thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my and fill them with Comme blouses
cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Sprouses, nigga
Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, in Pari'

2: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is divas
Got my on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the
Bass all in the
In the field baseball, play ball
Face wall when polices
I don't rock Chanel, I channel
And no this a purse, it's a satchel
Bless at you, nah I sneeze
But if niggas want or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip it's catfood
That dude, when I die they make a statue
Bad attitude this ain't a it's a satchel
Go to any nigga money up in my bracket
Then I think about the of rapping
All the in the classes
All the super seniors and ramblin'
Mumblin and
Mumble
I find it to find actual talent
I find it hard to a actual challenge
I'm Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap Lab's
to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth
Calldrops on the album

3: Tyler the Creator]
Ayo
I'm the that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the
Who cast the first Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, nigga
Bum wish they could make a Garden Shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is
I'm a wild nigga boy, and you farmer bred
You animal, you are corn

Tyler the Creator]
K shiz, up nigga!