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点击复制Whoa - Earl Sweatshirt/Tyler, The Creator
Written by：Thebe Kgosi/Tyler/The Creator
Grab mittens who have to spit blizzardous
Actually flick cigarette ash at b**ch niggas
Harassment eight nickels of hash
Delay quick and then dash
To saint nicholas pad to taste venison
Still in the business of smacking up
Little rappers with
Raquets you play tennis with
Hated for bank lifting and
Spraying that hotter wind in the shade
Of his maimed innocence
Suitcase scented with haze and fileted sentences
Advanced apathy smashing the man cameras up
Tan khakis and antagonists dan dappered up
Vagabond had it since a padawan
Rapping hot as f**k in cattle brands
Wearing flannel thongs
Grab a bong momma and some food beer tag along
Get a nice spanking new sears catalog
Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop
Dead and wrong
Get 'em higher than the pitch
Of metal tea kettle songs
Four deep in a rover cannon
Riding dirty through a saugus canyon
Niggas know that it's the
G o l f dub a n g
G o l f dub a n g
50 k for the last check
But the dollar menu still be on deck
n***a it's the mutherf**kin'
G o l f dub a n g
G o l f dub a n g
Yeah the misadventures of a sh*t talker
Pissed as rick ross's fifth sip
Off his sixth lager
Known to sit and wash the
Sins off at the pitch alter
Hat never backwards like
The print off legit manga
Get it like a blue pill make ya stick longer
Or a swift fist off your
Chin from his wrist launcher
Chick chronic thrift shopper
Thick like the knicks roster
Stormed off and came straight
Back like pigs posture
Pen naw probably written with some used syringes
From out the rubbish bin a
T your local loony clinic
Watching movies in a room full
Of goons he rented
On the hunt for clues more food
And some f****y women
Bruising gimmicks with the broom
He usually use for quidditch
Gooey writtens scoot 'em to a ditch
Chewed and booty scented
Too pretentious do pretend
Like he could lose to spitting
Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies
Full of euph'emisms
Stupid
Thought it up jot it quick
Thought out toss it right back like a vodka fifth
Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in
For pocket lint
Then lob a wad of chicken
At a copper on some flocka sh*t
Posing n***a try to disrespect
Get a f**king thunder to his neck
Shout out to nak 'cause it's the
G o l f dub a n g
G o l f dub a n g
Looking bummy posted on the block
Looking like I ain't make
A quarter million off of socks n***a
'Cause it's the
G o l f dub a n g
G o l f dub a n g