Album Name

Wolf (Standard Digital)

Artist

Tyler, The Creator

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2013.04.01

Release Agency

Sony Music

Tamale - Tyler, The Creator
They say I've calmed down
since the last album
Well lick my dick
how does that sound
Smell my gooch
you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit
ban my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash
no bitch you're dumb
The only thing that
you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up bitch
this my jam
Here take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike
Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at
it pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox Live that fun
Before I come
I'm calling your sister
When she comes over
I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram
and suplex her off a building
if I get banned
Tamale Tamale Tamale Tamale
Why y'all so salty Hot Tamale is on
A can of beans bitch
I'm on your boy is bad to the bone
Bring back the horns
that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker
that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off
my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with
me and my minions
Tryna get a bimmer E46
Have you heard
48 motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang prints always
cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs
cause he's puffin'
the trees please
Fuck I look like Got a new bike tire
Never popped like
the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck I do I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like
My urethra hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese
snack on Aretha
Now turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks
fare on the same damn bus
Like You're going to jail now
Why y'all so salty
Hot Tamale is on
Can't agree bitch im on
Your boy is bad to the bone
How much wood
could a woodchuck chuck
If a woodchuck
could ever give a fuck
Bitch Suck Dick motherfuck you
and your opinions
Yes I can sir
Where the lump is
sicker than the last bar bolder
I’m a CO fuck Michael bitch
I’m badder than my BO
Find me and Lance
tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our
strong arm bands and tuxedos
Yeah Buddy this is my jam
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Golf Wang Golf Wang
Go Fuck You Na Na Na Na Na Na
Why y'all so salty
Hot Tamale is on
Can't agree bitch im on
Your boy is bad to the bone
How many fags
can a lightbulb screw
Well if it has a dick maybe two or six
And tell the NRA
I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne
LaPierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house
How many ladies
in the house
without a rich niggab huh
A little Jergens
in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my Mom don't catch me
tryna set mood
Little Redtube fuck lotion
I don't need lube dryfit suits me
Up and down friction with the sound
the shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline
Clancy chimes in my room and
catch me
This shit's so damn
embarrassing like