Tyler, The Creator, F.T. - Serena lyrics
Tyler Gregory Okonma
[Tyler, The Creator, F.T. - Serena lyrics]
Get strapped up bitch it gon get bumpy
Can’t trump me, Donald Duck’s
Want that bread
Always responding to em quite bluntly
Im grumpy, cat in the hat, also got a gat
Bullet to the back
You don’t know jack, boy get
Smacked, bodies in a sack, this the
Predator pack, too big for your
Boots, haven’t quite a hoot, in
It for the loot, want some
Diamonds maybe a suit, whale a
Hoe like pearl, nigga fuck that
Lil bitch earl, 2018 nigga, want
That Grammy, fuck Beyoncé and jay
Now the pot swirl, don’t
Mind me, dear dear diary, you can find me
I ain’t no kind
Fiend, lil bitch just watch me assign
These goons, see you soon
Maybe monday noon, don’t forget the
Tune, tune of the loons, damn
Can’t trump me, Donald Duck’s
Want that bread
Always responding to em quite bluntly
Im grumpy, cat in the hat, also got a gat
Bullet to the back
You don’t know jack, boy get
Smacked, bodies in a sack, this the
Predator pack, too big for your
Boots, haven’t quite a hoot, in
It for the loot, want some
Diamonds maybe a suit, whale a
Hoe like pearl, nigga fuck that
Lil bitch earl, 2018 nigga, want
That Grammy, fuck Beyoncé and jay
Now the pot swirl, don’t
Mind me, dear dear diary, you can find me
I ain’t no kind
Fiend, lil bitch just watch me assign
These goons, see you soon
Maybe monday noon, don’t forget the
Tune, tune of the loons, damn
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