Tyler, The Creator - Bring The Hi Hat In lyrics
Tyler, The Creator [Tyler Gregory Okonma] Hawthorne, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tyler, The Creator - Bring The Hi Hat In lyrics]
Nigga know me, I'm a gangsta
Stab babies, I'm a crip
Wearin' red, blue flag on my tag
Wearin' thongs my jeans sag
Nigga, bring that mothafuckin' synth in
Shit, my girlfriend like white men
That's why I keep white friends
I'm in a Buick, my homie in a white Benz
Nigga bring the high hat in
Nigga bring the high hat in
Nigga bring the high hat in
Nigga bring it, uh
We wearin' Bapes on our mothafuckin' toes
I got Bapes for yo mothafuckin' hoes
Nigga, nigga sayin', "Please"
I be eatin' macaroni and cheese
I put salt on mine y'all niggas wastin' time
Look at me got a fresh hairline
Got no hair cut with no damn headline
Nigga bring the high hat in
Nigga bring the high hat in (Nigga what?)
Nigga bring the high hat in (Uh, uh)
Nigga bring it, uh
Oh, nigga take the high hat out
Put your dick in, take the high hat out
Put your hat hat all up in my damn mouth
Take the high hat out now
We headed down south
We headed up north with them horses
Eatin' hay 'cause we ain't got Porsches
We don't do nothin' but this
All up in your granny tub eatin' grit's
In the kitchen
Nigga I'm crippin'
Don't ask me what I'm doin' if I'm limpin'
That mean that cripple is simple
Like this beat is simple
Bitch with the weave, come over here (Uh)
Bitches with real hair gotta go (Ah)
If you ain't wearin' fake shit
From the swap meet
Bitch you ain't gettin' on the floor
Bitch with no panties (Panties)
All up in the mothafuckin' club (Club)
Now gimmie them diapers, you on your period
Bitch I'm serious (yeah)
You on your period? (yeah)
Bitch I'm serious (oh)
I smell panties, hot boy, Ace we out