Tamale Akkorde von
Tyler
Tyler
The Creator
The Creator

N/A284 Aufrufe
5.0 (2)
Tonart: B major
Verse 1
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Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
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They say I've calmed
Verse 2
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down
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since the last album
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Well, lick my dick,
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how does that sound? Um
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Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
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And I don't give a shit,
bend my rectum
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Somebody said bands make her dance
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You think you're getting cash,
no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're
gonna get is this dick
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Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam,
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(Where the drums at?)
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
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When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her
Verse 3
off a building if I get banned
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Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
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Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
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Can't agree bitch I'm on,
your boy is bad to the bone
Verse 4
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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
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48, motherfucka I'm great
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Golf Wang prints always
cover the sleeves
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From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause
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he's puffin' the trees, please
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Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
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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
(Fuck that disease!)
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
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on the same damn bus
Verse 5
Like "you're going to jail now!"
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Ta male! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
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Why y'all so salty,
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I do molly and zone
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Can't agree bitch I'm on,
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your boy is bad to the bone
Verse 6
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How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
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Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions,
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(Can you kick it?)
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Yes I can sir
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Where the lump is sicker than
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the last bar bold-er
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I'm I'm a C.O. Colorado,
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fuck Michael bitch I'm badder than my B.O.
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Find me and Lance tryna
dance during chemo
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Before they repossess our
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strong arm bands and tuxedos
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Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
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Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you,
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na na na na na na
Why y'all so salty
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I do molly and zone
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Can't agree, bitch I'm on
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Your boy is bad to the bone
Verse 8
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How many fags can a light bulb screw?
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Well if I has a dick,
they be two's and sixes
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And tell the NRA I'm about
to lose my shit
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Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's
hair with a crucifix
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How many ladies in the house?
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How many ladies in the house
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without a rich nigga, huh?
Verse 9
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A little Jergens in
my palm for the jerkin'
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Hope my mom don't catch me,
tryna set mood
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Little Redtube, fuck lotion,
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I don't need lub e, dry fit suits me
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Up and down, friction with the sound,
shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline,
Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
Outro 1
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