You like my songs, I like your tits But deep down, I don't really like you bitch You got a nice tongue and you wear a nice thong But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong (Left) You're on my bed, but Simon's red Now Simon says get the fuck out my life Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night And you could be a stab for this knife I'm seventeen, you're twenty-six You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit But I'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat Where's my inhaler? I think I'm gonna puke Cause I can't believe I lost my virginity to you Yeah, you was in it and I was in it too But I guess I'm just gonna make this fish stew because
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[Verse 2] Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat Crawls right down the crack of your ass Booty meets snack, back that ass up Until you come back up and lick my sack up I'm Tyler the Creator, hang with thrashers and skaters I do sound like Darth Vader But that's not stoppin' me from eatin' your muffin I think you and your friends Should come with me to get your salad tossed Cause when I make this stew In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because
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[Outro] I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass And don't make vibrations stop