EarlWolf, Tyler, The Creator, Earl Sweatshirt - Orange Juice lyrics
Tyler, The Creator [Tyler Gregory Okonma] Hawthorne, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[EarlWolf, Tyler, The Creator, Earl Sweatshirt - Orange Juice lyrics]
Alright, um, Wolf Haley, Odd Future
Wolf Gang nigga
You know what, you know, fuck it
I don't even wanna go
I'm gonna let my little brother Earl
Sweatshirt get on you niggas
Hey Earl, hit em
So I'm guessing there's questions
That need addressing, huh?
Like how we fresh in our
Adolescence and wrecking 'em
Hand 'em tracks
He destined to make a mess of 'em
Snapping necks and records in
Matter of seconds, check 'em son
Lost an erection and found it
In an aggressive nun
Fucking chin-checking punks 'til he's
Outta breath and done
No FX, in these doper than sess sessions son
Chilling for a while on a pile
Of the rest of 'em let the crowd choose who
Can fucking last longer
It's the rap monger, rap
Monster, Earl Sweat, attack, conquer
Lose least
Niggas lost like the last blanca chica
That we picked up at the last concert
Please, get out your seat, get out your seat
Verses written with scalpels
He's the junior king standing out
Shouting on the balcony
How come he's not in counseling? Fucker's
Loud while he's sound asleep
Heard he was dope as Sour D, nigga
Was Courage cowardly?
Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team
Mr teen and Mr t with a mouth full of powder
And a nose full of chowder
He's chopping up all the doubters see
Now watch him count the bodies
Like bitches be counting calories
Fuck with the Wolves
We starting to bark viciously
Catch us in a pile of
Bodies where dead bitches be
Box Logo hoodies and goodies
From buddies that understand
That Bastard was buzzing like Woody so
We get it for free
Had to duct tape the mother
Goose the mask was off
I stumbled down a hill then I
Had Jill jack me off
Harder than my dick when Taylor
Swift is in my basement
Cause I've been doing this since
Pooh fucked Christopher Robinson
Wolf Gang knitted on my
Cotton like some smelly
Dirty rotten nigga picked it
From a cotton gin
Do not give a fuck I've got
The swagger of a virgin's dick
But if I did it would be
Bigger than Earl's upper lip
Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt
I munch a bunch of tacos
With Waverly's favorite wizard
The favorite nigga turned into Freddy Kruger
And this that raw shit
Dead bodies chopped up in the sewer
From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer
Baby mamas said the kicks
Beat like the brown lip balm
That was made for Rihanna
All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin'
Up that extra shit
I'll shove Bastard down your throat
Regurgitate my excrement
Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies they're
Peter like boysenberries meka scary
Turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twin
A fuckin' sausage fest will them
Shaky niggas get married then
2DopeBoyz don't want beef
They're just overweight vegetarians
Fucking faggots wolf Gang, Kill 'Em All
Don't give a fuck, litter life
Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator
I mean, Wolf Haley fucking radical
Haha Niggas murdered this shit
Know what I’m saying
Odd Future Wolf Gang, know what I’m saying
Fuck them dope faggots my niggas
We don’t give a fuck nigga, we
A wolf pack my nigga
We keep you up barking and shit nigga
Niggas, little niggas doing it big
Know what I’m saying
Y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game
These young niggas come outta nowhere
Taking out all that shit
Know what I’m saying
Give me a iced out motherfucking Odd Future
Donut chain, like fuck everybody else nigga
Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang nigga
You know what, you know, fuck it
I don't even wanna go
I'm gonna let my little brother Earl
Sweatshirt get on you niggas
Hey Earl, hit em
So I'm guessing there's questions
That need addressing, huh?
Like how we fresh in our
Adolescence and wrecking 'em
Hand 'em tracks
He destined to make a mess of 'em
Snapping necks and records in
Matter of seconds, check 'em son
Lost an erection and found it
In an aggressive nun
Fucking chin-checking punks 'til he's
Outta breath and done
No FX, in these doper than sess sessions son
Chilling for a while on a pile
Of the rest of 'em let the crowd choose who
Can fucking last longer
It's the rap monger, rap
Monster, Earl Sweat, attack, conquer
Lose least
Niggas lost like the last blanca chica
That we picked up at the last concert
Please, get out your seat, get out your seat
Verses written with scalpels
He's the junior king standing out
Shouting on the balcony
How come he's not in counseling? Fucker's
Loud while he's sound asleep
Heard he was dope as Sour D, nigga
Was Courage cowardly?
Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team
Mr teen and Mr t with a mouth full of powder
And a nose full of chowder
He's chopping up all the doubters see
Now watch him count the bodies
Like bitches be counting calories
Fuck with the Wolves
We starting to bark viciously
Catch us in a pile of
Bodies where dead bitches be
Box Logo hoodies and goodies
From buddies that understand
That Bastard was buzzing like Woody so
We get it for free
Had to duct tape the mother
Goose the mask was off
I stumbled down a hill then I
Had Jill jack me off
Harder than my dick when Taylor
Swift is in my basement
Cause I've been doing this since
Pooh fucked Christopher Robinson
Wolf Gang knitted on my
Cotton like some smelly
Dirty rotten nigga picked it
From a cotton gin
Do not give a fuck I've got
The swagger of a virgin's dick
But if I did it would be
Bigger than Earl's upper lip
Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt
I munch a bunch of tacos
With Waverly's favorite wizard
The favorite nigga turned into Freddy Kruger
And this that raw shit
Dead bodies chopped up in the sewer
From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer
Baby mamas said the kicks
Beat like the brown lip balm
That was made for Rihanna
All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin'
Up that extra shit
I'll shove Bastard down your throat
Regurgitate my excrement
Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies they're
Peter like boysenberries meka scary
Turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twin
A fuckin' sausage fest will them
Shaky niggas get married then
2DopeBoyz don't want beef
They're just overweight vegetarians
Fucking faggots wolf Gang, Kill 'Em All
Don't give a fuck, litter life
Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator
I mean, Wolf Haley fucking radical
Haha Niggas murdered this shit
Know what I’m saying
Odd Future Wolf Gang, know what I’m saying
Fuck them dope faggots my niggas
We don’t give a fuck nigga, we
A wolf pack my nigga
We keep you up barking and shit nigga
Niggas, little niggas doing it big
Know what I’m saying
Y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game
These young niggas come outta nowhere
Taking out all that shit
Know what I’m saying
Give me a iced out motherfucking Odd Future
Donut chain, like fuck everybody else nigga
Wolf Gang