Текст песни Tyler, the Creator - Blow

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Аудио публичной страницы: vk.com/tyler_the_creator [Verse 1] If this was a game, I already know that I would come out winner And I'm not bragging, I'mma be in her But this bitch really think that I'm 'bout to buy her dinner My steak good, I got a good cut like Splinter Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper Now she wanna talk and chop it up like a blender But I don't give a fuck and or even listen like Schindler She's cute but her forehead's big Got stretch marks like she got four kids Her legs can't close like the four door hinge Bronco That O.J. killed the white whores with A wealthy white girl without the facelift Lure her with expensive dinners and a nice bracelet Leave the bitch breathless, what the bitch don't know is that I'm a mothafuckin' sellout and a rapist [Hook] Baby, you're an angel How about we turn this into a fable of some sort? You already know you're dead Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course I stuff you in the trunk, drunk Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow [Verse 2] If this was a game, I would be considered a mothafuckin' legend And I ain't trying to gas you up like Chevron But I'm high as fuck bitch, you really need to get on my leverage Now we're in the cabin, in the middle of uhh Trying to find ways to really stuff you in my cabinet Dreamy little bastard, I done ran outta luck now It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit You're very attractive, and notice that My hat is always the color of cactus And I hang with wolves cause I'm an evil bastard Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered Met you at my school, departed at my house Ended at your panties, started at your blouse Pushed you down stairs, I took a nap up on the couch If you wanted a date, don't come Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run You call this shit kids, well I call these kids cum And you call this shit rape but I think that rape's fun Wait, now it's about eight something It's late and you stuck in my basement Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string Yeah bitch this date's done [Hook] [Outro] I like my girls how I like my drugs, white Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms I just got one request, stop breathing

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