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letra de car - tyler, the creator

[verse 1: tyler, the creator]
she ain’t got the fattest ass, but she got the baddest assets
and she give good brain to pass them ap classes
and through these glasses, she the baddest (bad b-tch)
and now i’m the gladdest, when i get her at night like gladys
and i for a fact, know that i love her more than a tad bit
i’m lyin’, sarah still made me the saddest, b-tch
my heart engine was the fastest, and that b-tch crashed it
robin williams could not patch it (nope)
played me like a lottery, the onе with the scratches
a love lockеd down with the latches
could never brace a n-gga down, i broke them brackets
was on the runway like fashion, f-cked with passion
f-ck you b-tch, i got my car fixed, and now i’m smashin’
but really, my engine works don’t keep flashin’
[interlude: brandun deshay]
uh

[verse 2: brandun deshay, syd]
wow, i must’ve lucked up cause my life was a mess, just cl-sterf-cked up
you know in furniture stores, the hoes spill with the fabric samples?
i wish that i could show you how i feel, but
i told you how i feel, i think i’m in love
though a n-gga so small like a sink in my tub
she busted out laughing, “how you think this sh-t up?”
i said “well, the key is really not to think much”
and then we linked up, now a couple months passed, and
time’s going to waste like crumpled up trash, i just get nothing but flack
“that’s how you should’ve been a four car how i maintenance yo’ ass”
how i maintenance my ass?
i wish you would’ve put your turn signal on before you turned into a b-tch
thought it was good to go, but you was running them red lights
they said love was blind, i got caught in yo’ headlights, dead

[verse 3: tyler, the creator]
talkin’ bout, “you need to be waxed, and be buffered”
but you wasn’t saying sh-t when you was yompin’ at my m-ffler
i would call you a rent-a-car, but
if i do that i’m just gonna look like another customer (hoe)
you should think about the passenger, how he felt
cause every time i was inside of you, no seatbelt
so if anything due, have it in stick shift (b-tch)
i got o.f. insurance with no interest (ugh)
talkin’ ‘bout you’re broke, but, baby girl you livin’
how the f-ck you livin’ when i, i-i’m barely livin’
how can you get far when you never even driven
“i mean, well, i mean, easy-” (one, two, three)
listen, threw me in the dump, truthfully i don’t give a f-ck
(really?) h-ll yeah, only drove you girl, when i was drunk
f-ck it, could’ve had a brand new lexus with my exes
but i went for you, a bucket
[outro: tyler, the creator]
(um) f-ck you, b-tch
i really liked you, sh-t (i-i liked you too)
f-ck (oh, i’m sorry)
f-ck (stop yelling)
f-ckin’ crashed my car!
f-ckin’ drive my car, f-ckin’ drive my car
i’m not gon’ f-ckin’ cry, f-cking goin’ outta town
b-tch, f-ck if you lose
if i don’t shove my f-ckin’ d-ck in yo’ mouth, b-tch
(i’m sorry) oil change my motherf-ckin’ attitude
sh-t, sh-t (stop)
ruff, haha

- tyler the creator

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