Album Name

Flower Boy

Artist

Tyler, The Creator

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2017.07.21

Release Agency

Sony Music

Who Dat Boy (Feat. A$AP Rocky) - Tyler, The Creator
Yo who dat boy Who him is
Him that nig-ga I swear
Stand up guy
him don't need no chair
Well where the fuck him at
'Cause nigga I'm right here
I don't shop at the mall
all y'all just
Dumb mothafucka
I'm a goddamn artist
You can give me some markers
and I'll draw you a closet
And you know that it's GOLF
Bitch gone and make the deposit
Nigga fresh to death
like he got dressed in a coffin
Cons overalls
and a striped shirt
The boy drip swag
like a broken faucet
It's runnin' nigga
I'm runnin' shit
That cherry be the bomb
like he ran in Boston
Won't stop 'til the cops
surround him
One nigga jiggy
and the other awesome
With his fuckin' face blown off
that's how they found him
It's Young T
Who dat boy Who him is
Who dat boy Who him is
Nigga who dat boy Who him is
Who dem boys
Nigga who dem is nigga
Why you niggas feel like that
Mad 'cause a nigga
neck chill like that
Mad 'cause a nigga
push wheel like that
Why you puttin' bad vibes
in the air like that
Nigga who dem boys
Who dem is Nigga who dem is
Who else step
in this bitch this jig
Who else your bitch say
got a bick this big
Who else came through
with a wrist this flick
Nigga Guess my pants do my dance
Spin around bitch
you could kiss my ass
Never seen a nigga
in this much Raf
Still doin' math
when I miss my class
Was it Summertime '06
had the Number Nine
Nigga never mind
was another time before Vince
Had the Gucci gold tips
with the letterman
Nigga dollar sign was my
favorite number at the time
Fresh freshmen
'til they skip my ass
Senior citizen
don't forget my pass
Been that nigga
and you knew that there
Make the dick disappear
how she do that there
Who dat boy Who him is
Who dat boy Who him is
Nigga who dat boy Who him is
Who dem boys
Nigga who dem is nigga
Why you niggas feel like that
Mad 'cause a nigga's
neck chill like that
Mad 'cause a nigga
push weight like that
Why you puttin' bad vibes
in the air
Fuck the rap
I'm tryna own a planet
From my other fuckin'
business ventures
These niggas these days
Actin' like some bitches
like they're fuckin' with ya
Teeth is glistenin'
Jesus Christmas
He just shittin' she exquisite
bitches be expensive
oh no nigga
And I don't even need attention
WANG$AP on the bumper sticker
fuck you niggas
Fuck global warming
my neck is so frio
I'm currently lookin' for '95 Leo
My mom say she worried
because I'm so ill
I should stay in bed
but got too much bread
To make she said watch my weight
So I stayed home
and start eatin' some meals
Get out of my way way
Boy that's McLaren
that's 0 to 60
in 2 point nueve I'm gone