Tyler, The Creator - 435 lyrics
Tyler, The Creator [Tyler Gregory Okonma] Hawthorne, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tyler, The Creator - 435 lyrics]
Yuh, ayo ayo
I put the feline in my hair
Looking like a cheetah pet
And you know they getting green if
A flower on they neck
If a flower on they neck
Hit Clancy on the text
I ain't tryna check a bag
Can we get another jet?
I ain't gassin' niggas up
But that fuel is 50 grand
Passionfruit in DR
Had me drippin' in the sand
New nigga from New York
I'ma give him sticky hands
Sticky fingers from the green
Jasper playing with them grams
They was playing at the Gramm's
One nom ain't enough
I'm a make sure that that
Shit ain't happening again, yuh
Golf boys, it's them golf boys
In that 12 seater wings looking
Like a hawk boy getting to the paper better
Re-up on the chalkboard
'Cause the student turned into the teacher
Don't talk boy, class in session
1 through 5, I'm a 7
I'm a god, nigga, ask your reverend
And that crib in Bel-Air is heaven
Hot-coco outta chinas, nigga
Pass the beverage, yuh
Comme Des on that hombre
Haters with the long face
New whip is Pirelli tired like a long day
Big dollars, the scent Prada
Skinny nigga also big poppa
Women they adore me
If you see me out in public, no pictures
Don't record me
I don't really fuck with y'all
Niggas, selfish at the orgy, uh
Bitch one take
Yuh
I put the feline in my hair
Looking like a cheetah pet
And you know they getting green if
A flower on they neck
If a flower on they neck
Hit Clancy on the text
I ain't tryna check a bag
Can we get another jet?
I ain't gassin' niggas up
But that fuel is 50 grand
Passionfruit in DR
Had me drippin' in the sand
New nigga from New York
I'ma give him sticky hands
Sticky fingers from the green
Jasper playing with them grams
They was playing at the Gramm's
One nom ain't enough
I'm a make sure that that
Shit ain't happening again, yuh
Golf boys, it's them golf boys
In that 12 seater wings looking
Like a hawk boy getting to the paper better
Re-up on the chalkboard
'Cause the student turned into the teacher
Don't talk boy, class in session
1 through 5, I'm a 7
I'm a god, nigga, ask your reverend
And that crib in Bel-Air is heaven
Hot-coco outta chinas, nigga
Pass the beverage, yuh
Comme Des on that hombre
Haters with the long face
New whip is Pirelli tired like a long day
Big dollars, the scent Prada
Skinny nigga also big poppa
Women they adore me
If you see me out in public, no pictures
Don't record me
I don't really fuck with y'all
Niggas, selfish at the orgy, uh
Bitch one take
Yuh