Tyler The Creator - Jack And The Beanstalk Lyrics

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They don't paint pictures they just trace me

Odd Future I'm your muthafuckin' sergeant

Nigga I'm in charge I fuck with Freshjive

Cause I get it no charge and BBC for the low price

No bargin' nigga that's a bargain

Cow print t-shirt like muthafuckin' dog

On the muthafuckin' farm with cockadoodle doodles

I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle

And my dick must be dog food to these bitches' poodles

Felines on the freetime I'm tossin' bitches' salads

And I'm eating up they croutons Erica to Milan

We was flyin' to Milan was supposed to go to Bangkok

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

To Soho baby Milo so dope

The cocaine flow niggas spit heat propane

Niggas get the picture I see why?

(They don't paint pictures they just trace me)

My nigga no hook

No hook fuck a hook

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Yo beside me nobody likes me

Mainly because I am not a fuckin' HypeBeast

I think Supreme suck we gnarly all our Nikes

I can wear some Wranglers with a fuckin' White T

Doo-rags to match and I do sag

In fact my hat is in tact with the Fubu poor over

Nigga you pull over fuck a Rover Range

And I'm driving a unicorn plus my bitch is strange

And I'm the only fuckin' rapper without a chain

With a four finger ring like I can't spell my fuckin' name

And I go to Obama rallies screamin' out "McCain!"

Them ignorant thrashin' muthafuckers is my gang

And the dirty Ladera I can't forget where I came from

Nigga you don't claim none fan I am the teacher

White and black bitch like she's a muthafuckin' zebra

Candies in my pocket I see you niggas on Easter

My nigga no hook

No hook fuck a hook

(It's gold) The gold is in the back

(It's gold) The pixels in the front

(It's gold) The beat's a fuckin' bully

(Go home) The lyric's just a punk man

(Gold) The pink is in the sky

(That shit's gold) The gold is in my mind

(It's gold) The mind is in my gold

The beat is turnin' old so go

Synthesizer I'm the muthafuckin' master

Nigga I'm a bastard I fuck with chord keys

Cause the sound lasts longer bass drummer song

And a hi-hat made of plastic nigga's sound is elastic

Nigga you can bite this unless you wanna bite back

I didn't take my fuckin' Ritalin this is a hype track

HypeTrack that and send it nigga it's a sack shit

I had you motherfuckers eatin' salad like a fat bitch

Drop it Ace the Creator O.F.N bangin' on your FM

Ace the Creator drop the drums nigga thank you to HypeBeast

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