Tyler, The Creator - Sleep (Freestyle) | Текст песни

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[Intro]
You on the internet and shit and uh... these motherfuckers be posting videos of songs like: "Uh, oh, uh, this the motherfucking blame it on the throne freestyle". Nigga, that wasn't a fuckin' freestyle, nigga, you pre-wrote that shit and just spitted it on a fucking camera. I don't really get why these motherfucking rappers just like... they, they don't wanna freestyle no more, it's like, you ain't got no more niggas that can really fucking spit of the top of the dome. So this nigga Left Brain gave a fucking beat, alright, i really liked this shit, I'll just fucking freestyle on it and this nigga fucking Hodgy Beats, i don't know why the fuck he's in here but he just gonna fucking nail it. So uuuhhh...

[Verse 1]
Yo, (yo), yo, (yeah), yo, (yo)
Your bitch pretty, she pretty
And now she's screaming, now i fill her up with semen
All she see is sea man
Now you hear her voice, no pro-choice
No odd pro-abortion on this boat
Bitch calm down, down
Krusty The Clown will make you laugh
Laugh, finger in your ass
Now you like "woah, hold up
Mister, I don't know your name"
Bitch, shut the fuck up, you're on a train
Just to death chop your body up and put it in the freezer
Bleed her
Before i kill her, fuck her just to please her
No condom, I just might disease her
And if that fucking happen, fuck it
She'll be dead, chopped up in my motherfucking freezer
You can fuckin' get the vanilla, Manelly Lisa
Alisa, here you wanna sample, nigga, try it
Kinda like a printer, nigga fire, I'm the dentist
Niggas looking at me
Hair nappy, here's a brush
But she don't wanna rush
Cuz if I fucking bust, quick
She's gonna be pissed
But then I pull out, fuck, I can't have blue balls
So bitch start sucking my dick
And then she fucking lick
I bust up on her face, now she looking like Michael, Jackson
Jackson, now I sound like Toni Braxton
Deep voice, motherfucker
Fuck, I had her sucking on my wrapped lollipop
Like it's a sucker, motherfucker
(Bitch)

[Verse 2]
Back for round two, i found you
You tryna run, but i found blue
Yellows over there
And the motherfucking field where
The niggas wear colored pants, jerking, pop pills
I'm on the other side
Where all the niggas ride, the niggas skate
But we take indy bitches with high GPAs up on a date
Where niggas smoke blunts and sniff coke
Where the motherfucking freestyles are never wrote
Or written, i'm livin'
Nigga shittin' while i'm pissin'
On they face, mace
Here you call the cops
Here's my phone, i'll catch your case
But i got a good lawyer so my fucking record erase
Just like a fucking pencil, I mental
Left Brain laced this instrumental, with some shit that’s so illegal, that
He gon have to go and fly over seas like an eagle
In the Winta, Decemba, Imba, Limpa
Kick him in the leg now he limpa, IMPA
Niggas rollin round, Nipsey Hussle in the Impala
Lookin at me while I style on ya
Oh, you mad cause I’m styling on you?
Plus the call is on me?
4-5in on em
Gnolly tricks on ya bitch, girl-boy lookin clean cause
You already know my hat green, and that shit staying Supreme
Uh
You can’t fuck with it, you little H-B
You hate me, A-C, L-B, H-B
C-V, Super 3 and Bran’doom DeShay
With my Nigga Domo the Gene’says, you
Hate on the O-F, that’s the best letter in the world
And I’m better better, than your better girl
She the best I’ve ever had. I--*cough cough*
Asthma- *cough* Fuck it, I’m coughin
This the re’free- *cough cough* oh shit
*cough cough* I’m bout to hit it back. *cough.*
I said, This the re-freestyle
No written
I spit all my shit from the dome
Home like a motherfucker nigga leavin his college, for good
In the Hood
I’m from Ladera, not from Anglewood
Hawthorne couple times, go the city where I be
Even up in Hollywood, you could find me
I’m not a fucking cliche
E-Shay, E, A, ohhh fuck it i’m over it
I got work tomorrow
Left Brain let me get a beat to borrow
Just so I could spit the shit quick
Bitches with some big lips, yeah she got some big lips
A nice long tongue, for this over-sized big dick
Size 12 in the Shoe, 32 in the jeans
Skinny as fuck motherfucking t-shirt a 2X, yes
And you could ask anybody here that’s daily
Bitches feel me, fucking iPods wanna play me
Ask me why I cuss so much
Fuck, shit, cunt and dick
Now shut the fuck up bitch
Eat a fucking dick in a blanket
I be on that stank shit
Fuck everybody here
What the fuck I look like thankin'?

Ohh shit, the beat ended, fuck

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