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  1. Juan Lopez

    Nothing but straight bars 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

  2. Desmond Alohan

    We can all agree Lil Wayne's "trampoline" bar was the best bar.

  3. Joan Gutierrez

    Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie
    I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
    That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
    I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
    I swear

    This them golf boys, like them hot boys
    For the nine, 9 and 2, 000, but its the 2, 000
    When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
    (What up Slime, nigga go hard)
    Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain
    Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
    Life is a broad and she give brain
    That's that road head, that's a dream car
    Got a four ten, of that same year I was born
    That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
    You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

    My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb
    Middle finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y one
    Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son
    I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
    Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up
    Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up
    I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
    She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda
    Oh my goodness

    Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
    Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
    Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel
    (Black ass nigga)
    They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
    Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
    And a couple owners, that's kinda German
    You bring the nooses, and a couple trees
    Where the money grow, and get bodies burning
    Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
    Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
    I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon
    Was, fuck us, maybe we should team up
    Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either
    I'mma liar, I'mma faggot

    Son you need Jesus
    But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
    I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys
    And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis
    I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame
    Or lame, nor strange

  4. Cindy _

    Fav albums by Tyler are WOLF, Cherry Bomb, and IGOR in that order

  5. Harshdeep Singh

    bruh iconic.

  6. zay morgan

    For your boy
    I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
    I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga
    Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive
    What's your name again? Nobody knows it
    Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
    I'm focused
    They say I'm nutty, picnic basket
    Not short of a sandwich
    A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot
    Please come and get me
    Said I suck him at your neck
    Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky
    Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
    I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
    And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe it
    Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber
    But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
    I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit back
    And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
    Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
    And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
    Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
    Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
    We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
    Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
    Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes
    Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8
    When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
    Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
    Ye!
    Why, why, why?
    Why don't they like me?
    Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks
    But I'm the only nigga ever to check Nike
    Richer than white people with black kids
    Scarier than black people with ideas
    Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'
    But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
    They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
    You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
    I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
    I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
    I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
    I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"
    "Yeah my nigga", it's on, its on, its on, its on
    I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
    I am the free nigga archetype
    I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
    It's funny when you get extra money
    Every joke you tell just be extra funny
    I mean you can even dress extra bummy
    Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny
    And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me
    Oxford want a full blown lecture from me
    And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
    Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck
    Hold up
    I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn
    Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God
    He said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"
    For your boy
    I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors
    I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room
    Damn
    Two, Three, Four
    Hold your fuckin' horses
    Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it
    Like I'm better at an auction been exhausted
    I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips
    Fuckin' losers
    Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie
    I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
    That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
    I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
    I swear
    This them golf boys, like them hot boys
    For the nine, 9 and 2, 000, but its the 2, 000
    When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
    (What up Slime, nigga go hard)
    Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain
    Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
    Life is a broad and she give brain
    That's that road head, that's a dream car
    Got a four ten, of that same year I was born
    That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
    You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune
    My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb
    Middle finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y one
    Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son
    I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
    Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up
    Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up
    I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
    She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda
    Oh my goodness
    Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
    Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
    Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel
    (Black ass nigga)
    They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
    Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
    And a couple owners, that's kinda German
    You bring the nooses, and a couple trees
    Where the money grow, and get bodies burning
    Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
    Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
    I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon
    Was, fuck us, maybe we should team up
    Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either
    I'mma liar, I'mma faggot
    Son you need Jesus
    But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
    I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys
    And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis
    I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame
    Or lame, nor strange
    Nah faggot its Golf Wang

  7. John Kai

    Why does kanye sound like hes singing to the song while listening to it

  8. da absolute boss of u

    Bruh the first piano chords sound like the intro to EARFQUAKE

  9. Conor Griffin

    This song always gives me chills

  10. Ethan Logan

    Money money money

  11. Cyrius

    5:09 - to the end of the song is the best. So smooth and nut worthy

  12. Christopher Yu

    This is like Forever, but welcoming Tyler to the upper echelon of rappers instead of Drake

  13. MustacheWaffle

    WHYYYYY OH WHY WHY WHY DONT THEYYY LIKE MEEEEEEEEE

  14. Brighton Demitropoulos

    “I’m staring at a tramp on lean make my eye jump” one of the greatest bars I’ve ever heard

  15. Kanye West12345

    Kanye had the bet verse but the way Wayne and Tyler were trading bars... GAHD DAMN THIS IS HIS BEST SONG PERIODT

  16. Mememan The goat

    if this was a single or on fower boy, this would blow up

  17. 3rdEyeVision FVS

    "I wanna turn tanks to playgrounds"
    Pineapple express reference when dude said he wanted to be a civil engineer and make septic tanks into playgrounds

  18. Dylan Penafiel

    "Because Nike gave a lot of niggas checks, but I'm the only nigga to check Nike"
    Jesus christ 2015-2016 Kanye was golden

  19. Guapie

    The beginning sounds like earfquake

  20. Janit0r

    " i am the free n***a architype " crazy.

  21. young goube

    I thunk waney made slime 🔥

  22. Fijiboi

    best song of cherry bomb

  23. Vannisoolad

    THIS MUSIC MAKES MY FOOT FETISH DISAPPEAR FOR A FEW SECONDS THANKS TYLER

    Owen Terzic

    Vannisoolad bro what

  24. Judah Licht

    https://youtu.be/Jp5mlqMwsUQ

    If you haven’t watched how Smuckers was made along with scenes from the production of the track with words from Ye, Wayne, and Tyler please check this out. Love when they give a peek behind the magic curtain

  25. Will Offalot

    This song still bangs today and probably will for long after

  26. Giovanni Arocho

    2019 and it’s still bumpin

  27. CYBER DIVER

    this song didn't really need wayne's verse

  28. Mikkah Jacobus

    My leg uh’ be stuck

    =

    My n*gga you suck

  29. cecilia boada

    its 2019, and let me just say that this is still the best rap song i have ever heard. from the lyrical intelligence to the flow to the collaboration of these artists. its just the best song and its so badass

  30. Evil Rick

    2019 yall wassup

  31. The N.E.F.T.U. Network

    The bars from Donald Sterling onward was some of the best shit I heard from Tyler

    Cyrius

    The N.E.F.T.U. Network 100% agreed, the smoothest part of the song or any Tyler song for that matter

  32. Carter117 Gaming

    3:12 🔥🔥🔥

  33. shady shady

    This song had some earfquake in it

    Edwxrd yxung

    I feel you lol

  34. Baggage Sims

    The 🐐 yassssss!!!

  35. The Alpha

    For your boy
    I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
    I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga

    Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive
    What's your name again? Nobody knows it
    Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
    I'm focused
    They say I'm nutty, picnic basket
    Not short of a sandwich
    A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot
    Please come and get me
    Said I suck him at your neck
    Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky
    Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
    I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
    And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe it
    Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber
    But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
    I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit back
    And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
    Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
    And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
    Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
    Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
    We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
    Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
    Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes
    Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8
    When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
    Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
    Ye!

    Why, why, why?
    Why don't they like me?
    Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks
    But I'm the only nigga ever to check Nike

    Richer than white people with black kids
    Scarier than black people with ideas
    Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'
    But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
    They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
    You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
    I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
    I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
    I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
    I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"
    "Yeah my nigga", it's on, its on, its on, its on
    I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
    I am the free nigga archetype
    I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
    It's funny when you get extra money
    Every joke you tell just be extra funny
    I mean you can even dress extra bummy
    Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny
    And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me
    Oxford want a full blown lecture from me
    And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
    Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck
    Hold up
    I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn
    Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God
    He said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"

    For your boy
    I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors
    I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room
    Damn

    Two, Three, Four
    Hold your fuckin' horses
    Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it
    Like I'm better at an auction been exhausted
    I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips
    Fuckin' losers

    Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie
    I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
    That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
    I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
    I swear

    This them golf boys, like them hot boys
    For the nine, 9 and 2, 000, but its the 2, 000
    When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
    (What up Slime, nigga go hard)
    Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain
    Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
    Life is a broad and she give brain
    That's that road head, that's a dream car
    Got a four ten, of that same year I was born
    That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
    You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

    My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb
    Middle finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y one
    Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son
    I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
    Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up
    Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up
    I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
    She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda
    Oh my goodness

    Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
    Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
    Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel
    (Black ass nigga)
    They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
    Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
    And a couple owners, that's kinda German
    You bring the nooses, and a couple trees
    Where the money grow, and get bodies burning
    Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
    Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
    I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon
    Was, fuck us, maybe we should team up
    Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either
    I'mma liar, I'mma faggot

    Son you need Jesus
    But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
    I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys
    And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis
    I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame
    Or lame, nor strange

    Nah faggot its Golf Wang

  36. Harut

    _Never gets old..._
    *Legendary*

  37. Alex Duran

    Honestly one of the best Tyler's song out there. Top 5 for me, Cherry Bomb is so underrated.

  38. Harvey

    Nigga I'm a god a divine one

  39. LaZed

    The intro piano sounds like earthquake a little

  40. gov3rnor

    _My trigger finger wise but my 9 dumb_



    This line is so deep
    Wayne the best alive🔥⛽️

  41. Malachi Pierce

    Tyler The Creator is the Best he Brings out the Real in every Personality with no Filter and be ur self and Love life and smile Sun Blazing in ur face breathing in the freshest air cry from tears of Joy with the weakest Heart and were ur feelings on ur Sleeves Sit and cry in anger and laugh and smile in happiness Luv life that's all we have left

  42. Craig The Meme God

    Cherry Bomb was Tyler’s Yeezus.

    zuhaven

    And Igor was Tyler's 808s & Heartbreak

  43. AWSME J

    They all killed this hoe but ye sheesh 🥵

  44. elder jerome

    This comes up when i search Kanye 👍👍

  45. Ashman 1104

    Man, this album is so overhated, there's so many gems here

  46. kGedge YO

    As a New Zealander, Tyler I’m sorry my country is so lame ):

  47. Postal Dude

    Franklin Clinton soundtrack

  48. Carson

    ima whoop yo ass, yo girlfriend look like my mom....

  49. Darrius W

    Just noticed this is the same beat from A BOY IS A GUN. OFWGKTA

  50. Tylo Nkosi

    Whhhhhhat ???? Why am I only hearing this song now ???? 😪😪😪😪genius ...and I’ve been a Tyler fan since Yonkers 😭

  51. Bloodyheaders

    I still cant believe Tyler said Cherry Bomb the greatest album since days of sound in a song with Wayne and Ye

  52. Gifdar

    I stick my Rolly in her mouth and let the time come

  53. Flyin Brian

    Son You Need Jesus

    Cyrius

    Flyin Brian best part of the song

  54. ITS RWAAMEN NOKID83

    *bruh i gotta have a chat with New Zealand*

  55. XALTONY 13666

    Piano in the first 3 second's is the best piano I've heard

  56. SSGSS WILL

    This when kanye still cared about rapping

  57. Duo Intertainment

    Can't wait to see this nigga on Tuesday

  58. Thisname Hasnospaces

    My favorite rap song ever

  59. Roasted Sebby

    Sometimes I think this album is called smuckers

  60. mysteryj

    Did anyone else hear that the piano sounded like earfquake

  61. Nicolas Leininger

    Is this Kanye's best verse ever? I can't get over how awesome the lyrics in this song are.

  62. Boba Fett

    the last part of tyler’s verse and and the beginning of kanye’s verse is the best

  63. good funeral

    Only slap this loud asf

  64. I’m a nerd. And I love it.

    can't stop listening to this.

  65. I’m a nerd. And I love it.

    best part at 3:12

  66. FlubNub

    Out of all the great things in this song, my favorite part was that Sheneneh reference 😂

  67. Spykid

    HOLD YOUR FUCKING HORSES

  68. Fat Lan

    SUNDAY SCARIES

  69. Oisin Brew-Dinan

    Who’s here from Rapdebates?

  70. Coolbki Yoma

    Why am I just finding this album?

  71. Taino Tribes



     

    "SMUCKERS" lyrics

    Tyler, The Creator Lyrics

    "SMUCKERS"
    (feat. Kanye West & Lil Wayne)

    [Tyler, The Creator:]
    For your boy
    I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks
    With the trampoline on the floor
    I'm tryna' cop the new McLaren
    With the vertical doors, nigga

    Money, money, money, money
    Money ain't the motive
    What's your name again? Nobody knows it
    Don't speak to me nigga, you not impo'tant
    I'm focused (2, 3, 4)
    Bring in the horns
    They say I'm nutty, I'm picnic basket
    I'm short of a sandwich, I'm peanut butter
    Boyce Watkin's a faggot, please come and get me
    Said I suck him at your neck like a hickey, boy, I'm sicky
    Like a HIV victim, ain't nobody fuckin' wit me
    I got banned from New Zealand, Whitey called me a demon
    And a terrorist, goddammit, I couldn't believe in it
    Ban a kid from a country, I never fall, never timber
    But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigga
    I clearly don't give a fuck so you could run that shit back
    And fuck your loud pack and fuck your Snapchat
    Cherry Bomb
    The greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
    And that shit gon' pop
    Just like that nigga that was never 'round
    Damn, bout to drop, gas 'em up, thick exhaust
    Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
    We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
    Tyler, The Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
    Put that fuckin' cow on my level, 'cause I'm raisin' the stakes
    Mom, I made you a promise, it's no more section 8
    When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
    'Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass 'em a plate
    'Ye!

    [Kanye West:]
    Why, oh why, why, why don't they like me?
    Cause Nike gave a lot of niggas checks
    But I'm the only nigga to ever check Nike

    Richer than white people with black kids
    Scarier than black people with ideas
    Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'
    But I feel like Michael Jordan
    Scottie Pippen at my weddin'
    They say I'm crazy, but that's the best thing goin' for me
    You can't Lynch Marshawn if Tom Brady throwin' to me
    I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em
    I believe you like a fat trainer takin a bite or somethin'
    I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
    I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked me "Are you still down?"
    Yeah, my nigga, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
    I know they tell they white daughters
    "Don't bring home Jerome"
    I am the free nigga archetype
    I am the light and the beacon
    You can ask the deacon
    It's funny, when you get extra money
    Every joke you tell just be extra funny
    I mean, you can even dress extra bummy
    Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny
    And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me
    Oxford want a full-blown lecture from me
    And the Lexus pull up, errr, like hop, I hopped out, like wassup?
    Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga, you suck, hold up
    I studied the proportions
    Emotions runnin' at a Autobahn speed-level
    Had a drink with Fear, and I was textin' God
    He said, "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"

    [Tyler, The Creator:]
    For your boy
    I'm tryna' cop the new McLaren
    With the vertical doors
    I'm watchin' Freak and Geeks
    Got a trampoline in my room, damn

    (2, 3, 4)
    Hold your fuckin' horses
    Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it
    Like I bet it at a auction
    Been exhausted
    I been workin'
    While y'all silly bros smoke like broken exhaust tips
    Fuckin losers

    [Lil Wayne:]
    Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie
    I'll whip your donkey by my lonely
    I eat pussy like Shoney's (Yeah)
    It's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
    I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
    I swear

    [Tyler the Creator (Lil Wayne):]
    This them Golf boys, like them Hot Boy$
    For the nine-nine and two-thousand
    But its the two-thou'
    And the one-four
    And the one-five
    Yo, what up Wayne?
    (What up Slime, nigga go hard)
    Yeah, I'mma go hard like before 'caine
    Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
    Life is a broad, and she give brain
    That's that road head (yeah)
    That's a dream car
    Got a full tank of that same year I was born
    That's that one-nine-nine-one
    'Nother nigga like I, you won't find one
    Cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one
    Tune

    [Lil Wayne:]
    My trigger finger wise
    But my 9 dumb (yeah)
    Middle finger blind
    So it's fuck A-N-Y-one
    Fuck, skate, and die son
    A hundred ways to die son
    I'm starin' at a tramp-on-lean
    Make my eye jump
    Use Adderall like alarm clocks
    Wake my high up
    Stakes are high, well done, and prime cut; eat up
    I stick my Rolie in her mouth, let the time come
    She got hair like Sheneneh, and eyes like Wanda
    Oh my goodness

    [Tyler, the Creator:]
    Wayne, them bitches ugly
    These niggas colder than Tommy' buddy
    Ye, we hittin' models
    Like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
    Bitch, I'm goin' harder than yellow cabbies stoppin' for Lionel
    (Black ass nigga)
    They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
    Boy, lets get a scrimmage
    And cut some niggas
    I'll bring the Clippers
    And a couple owners that's kinda German
    You bring the nooses
    And a couple trees, where the money grow
    And get bodies burnin
    Cause I'm tryna' hang like I'm Mr. Cooper
    Or Jews in Berlin
    Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
    My new music's all over the street like Erick Sermon, was
    Fuck us
    Maybe we should team up
    Anti-Golf boys
    Cuz I don't fuck with me either
    I'm a liar, I'm a faggot, uhh..

    [Lil Wayne:]
    Son you need Jesus
    But I heard he left Sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus
    Well, I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys
    And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef
    Like zucchini
    I know; it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame
    Or lame, nor strange

    [Tyler, The Creator:]
    Nah faggot, it's Golf Wang
    (2, 3, 4)





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    album: "Cherry Bomb" (2015)

    DEATHCAMP
    BUFFALO
    PILOT
    RUN
    FIND YOUR WINGS
    CHERRY BOMB
    BLOW MY LOAD
    2SEATER
    THE BROWN STAINS OF DARKEESE LATIFAH PART 6-12 (REMIX)
    FUCKING YOUNG / PERFECT
    SMUCKERS
    KEEP DA O'S
    OKAGA, CA
    Yellow [Bonus Track]
    Special [Hidden Track]

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  72. Eduardo Campa

    Dick is soft

  73. nyja burkett

    Idk if it's me but I feel like I can hear his other song earthquake in this song.
    🤔🤔

  74. Alexander Ruiz

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    For your boy
    I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
    I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga
    Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive
    What's your name again? Nobody knows it
    Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
    I'm focused
    They say I'm nutty, picnic basket
    Not short of a sandwich
    A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot
    Please come and get me
    Said I suck him at your neck
    Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky
    Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
    I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
    And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe it
    Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber
    But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
    I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit back
    And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
    Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
    And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
    Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
    Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
    We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
    Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
    Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes
    Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8
    When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
    Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
    Ye!
    Why, why, why?
    Why don't they like me?
    Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks
    But I'm the only nigga ever to check Nike
    Richer than white people with black kids
    Scarier than black people with ideas
    Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'
    But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
    They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
    You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
    I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
    I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
    I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
    I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"
    "Yeah my nigga", it's on, its on, its on, its on
    I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
    I am the free nigga archetype
    I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
    It's funny when you get extra money
    Every joke you tell just be extra funny
    I mean you can even dress extra bummy
    Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny
    And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me
    Oxford want a full blown lecture from me
    And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
    Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck
    Hold up
    I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn
    Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God
    He said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"
    For your boy
    I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors
    I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room
    Damn
    Two, Three, Four
    Hold your fuckin' horses
    Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it
    Like I'm better at an auction been exhausted
    I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips
    Fuckin' losers
    Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie
    I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
    That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
    I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
    I swear
    This them golf boys, like them hot boys
    For the nine, 9 and 2, 000, but its the 2, 000
    When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
    (What up Slime, nigga go hard)
    Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain
    Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
    Life is a broad and she give brain
    That's that road head, that's a dream car
    Got a four ten, of that same year I was born
    That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
    You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune
    My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb
    Middle finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y one
    Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son
    I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
    Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up
    Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up
    I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
    She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda
    Oh my goodness
    Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
    Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
    Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel
    (Black ass nigga)
    They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
    Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
    And a couple owners, that's kinda German
    You bring the nooses, and a couple trees
    Where the money grow, and get bodies burning
    Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
    Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
    I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon
    Was, fuck us, maybe we should team up
    Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either
    I'mma liar, I'mma faggot
    Son you need Jesus
    But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
    I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys
    And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis
    I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame
    Or lame, nor strange

  75. Noel Berhanu

    For your boy
    I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
    I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga
    Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive
    What's your name again? Nobody knows it
    Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
    I'm focused
    They say I'm nutty, picnic basket
    Not short of a sandwich
    A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot
    Please come and get me
    Said I suck him at your neck
    Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky
    Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
    I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
    And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe it
    Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber
    But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
    I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit back
    And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
    Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
    And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
    Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
    Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
    We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
    Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
    Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes
    Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8
    When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
    Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
    Ye!
    Why, why, why?
    Why don't they like me?
    Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks
    But I'm the only nigga ever to check Nike
    Richer than white people with black kids
    Scarier than black people with ideas
    Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'
    But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
    They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
    You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
    I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
    I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
    I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
    I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"
    "Yeah my nigga", it's on, its on, its on, its on
    I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
    I am the free nigga archetype
    I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
    It's funny when you get extra money
    Every joke you tell just be extra funny
    I mean you can even dress extra bummy
    Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny
    And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me
    Oxford want a full blown lecture from me
    And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
    Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck
    Hold up
    I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn
    Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God
    He said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"
    For your boy
    I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors
    I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room
    Damn
    Two, Three, Four
    Hold your fuckin' horses
    Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it
    Like I'm better at an auction been exhausted
    I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips
    Fuckin' losers
    Hold your fuckin' ponies my homie
    I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
    That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
    I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
    I swear
    This them golf boys, like them hot boys
    For the nine, 9 and 2, 000, but its the 2, 000
    When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
    (What up Slime, nigga go hard)
    Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain
    Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
    Life is a broad and she give brain
    That's that road head, that's a dream car
    Got a four ten, of that same year I was born
    That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
    You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune
    My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb
    Middle finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y one
    Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son
    I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
    Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up
    Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up
    I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
    She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda
    Oh my goodness
    Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
    Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
    Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel
    (Black ass nigga)
    They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
    Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
    And a couple owners, that's kinda German
    You bring the nooses, and a couple trees
    Where the money grow, and get bodies burning
    Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
    Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
    I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon
    Was, fuck us, maybe we should team up
    Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either
    I'mma liar, I'mma faggot
    Son you need Jesus
    But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
    I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys
    And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis
    I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame
    Or lame, nor strange
    Nah faggot its Golf Wang

  76. Nick Peitchev

    Wayne killed it

  77. Anas Zuheir

    2019 anyone?

  78. faith miller

    ik this came beforehand, but listen to them side by side. this sounds like a sequel to igor's "a boy is a gun". jesus christ...

  79. Steve Reyes

    Idk why but the piano sounds like a boy is a gun

  80. Michael Baghdasaryan

    Who’s here from the goat Chris

  81. Michael Baghdasaryan

    MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY

  82. Nicholas Spalding

    Who here from Chris

    Michael Baghdasaryan

    Nicholas Spalding LMAO ME

  83. MonsterSponge

    4 mil views

  84. RandomerOnTheInternet

    Finally, we got it to 4 Million views! Maybe we should aim for 5 Million?

  85. Paul Malard

    Yandhi better have Kanye sounding like this

  86. MadiRed

    Almost forgot about this somehow

  87. danthegoat13❶

    I see Tyler in there btw

  88. frisbee van der heijden

    this song is beyond legendary

  89. vektor og

    scarier than black people

  90. truguy

    This album sucks no lie

    The Sage of Six Paths

    Shut yo Dumbass up

  91. Emilio Suarez

    YOU NOT IMPOTANT IM FOCUSED

  92. MONSTERbuilder4

    Who still here in 2019?

    Tenda Nemukula

    MONSTERbuilder4 🙋🏾‍♂️🙋🏾‍♂️

    Lamellskiii

    It’s bad that I’m jus now discovering this heat🤦🏾‍♂️

    Bee

    Fuck off.

  93. Zacharie Michot

    -FuCk YoUr SnApChAt

    - Tyler the creator