Jamba (Live) lyrics
by Tyler, The Creator
[Intro]
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[Verse]
Papa ain′t call even though he saw me on TV
It's all good (n*gga, f*ck you)
But now my balls, balls deep in this broads jaws
Swallow girl, it′s just nutt'
b*tches scared to let me smash on they ass
Yeah, they heard I'm f*ckin′ nuts like the swag of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cab
Camp Floggnaw n*gga you can tell by the badge
(Pass me my inhaler)
I′m sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this f*cking awesome
I′m animals, Noah's arking, often just rapping nonsense
Four stories in my home like, "What the f*ck′s an apartment, n*gga?"
Get sh*t popping like Peter's pores during puberty
And take bets on how quickly Tyler can reach maturity
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience
Oh, you want a tip b*tch, well here′s my di*k for grati-tur-ity, b*tch
[Outro]
You man!