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letra de fish / boppin' bitch - tyler, the creator

[part 1: fish]

[verse 1]
slip it in her drink, and in the blink of an eye
i can make a white girl look ch-nk
don’t know what to think, ’cause last time i attempted this sh-t
the judge ordered me to see a shrink
started with the link
contended her to meet me at the local odd future wolf gang skating rink
we was uniquely in sync
already f-ckin’ and we only met last week
we were both young, not yet antique
so her mindset was working for my technique
tell her that i love her and by next week
you can hear her shriek from the gashes in her cheeks
no, i’m not a freak, i am meekly a creep
the neighbors by the creek says my house stinks
and it reeks on the sheet, girl
streaks of red, even though all p-ssy is pink
oblivion makes obvious seeks
which make meats for my obvious feasts
used to just blot up thoughts, plot, and rethink
now i get daughters and tie ’em and clink
got my d-ck harder than iron and zinc
now they just rot up, arms caught in the sink
where they get cut up to fit my physique
critique my chic in this brand new mink, go

[chorus: syd & tyler, the creator]
oh, oh, oh, oh
oh, ohh (fish!)
oh, oh
oh, ohh
(yeah) oh, oh (wolf gang)
(wolf haley) oh, ohh (how you doin’?)
(all good?) oh, oh (cool)
(we cool?) oh, ohh (i’m upset)

[verse 2]
b-tches running ’round down, p-ssy take a trip
make her strip, got my d-ck harder than the unzip
tyler swiftly slips his d-ck inside of taylor swift’s slit
round trip in that p-ssy, here comes a ticket
film clips popping on that canon
busting ottoman cannons, on the pill
is he real? gaza stripping (in my living room)
wolf gang full moon, i’m -ssuming mushrooms (mushrooms)
i’m a necrolampoon, not of charles mansoon
this f-ck is ending soon because i’m ej-cul-ting

[chorus: syd & tyler, the creator]
oh, oh, oh, oh
oh, ohh (fish!)
oh, oh
oh, ohh

[bridge: frank ocean & (tyler, the creator)]
(frankie, frankie)
now i’d like to take this time of day
to thank the mother earth (thank you momma, thank you momma, fish!)
letting the sun shine down on the lake
while i fish your waters
ooh, hide your daughters, hide your sisters
h-ll, hide grandmama too (grand, yeah)
’cause the fisherman’s raping everybody in the pool
he on the loose, yeah (yeah)

[outro]
got to wash it down, all this gold is f-ckin’ bait
wait ’til you see the s-m-n swimming
baby, please not half, the whole is great
morals? your body’s near that coral reef
it was once upon a time you came home with me
then the next chapter left you in my t–th
fill your gills with goo
going deeper than pacific ocean
this specific motion
makes this hammerhead puke
got to wear a wetsuit, can’t get seasick
i love when you’re in fishnets, you want me to eat you
you’re f-cking wet, fish

[part 2: boppin’ b-tch]

[chorus]
so i met this girl at the club
and i just wanted her to suck my d-ck
and that’s ’cause
she a boppin’ b-tch, she a boppin’ b-tch, she a boppin’ b-tch, she a boppin’ b-tch
now she’s drunk and talkin’ to me a lot
until we go to another room
and that’s ’cause
she a boppin’ b-tch, she a boppin’ b-tch, she a boppin’ b-tch, she a boppin’

[verse 1]
this little sl-t wh0r- sucks c-ck for a little more bucks
than them other sl-ts f-ck for, real easy
cause i didn’t even knock on the front door, sleazy
i used the welcome mat as a c-m rag
and all the wolves f-cked too, yeah she’s a c-m bag
filled with a bunch of sh-t i purchased at a drug store
four more dora-looking sl-ts let me explore
until my c-ck got sore and started growing cold sores

[chorus]
now she thinks that i like her
but all i really wanted was that mouth
and that’s ’cause
she a boppin’ b-tch, she a boppin’ b-tch, she a boppin’ b-tch, she a boppin’ b-tch
now she text messages me every day
and i don’t ever hit that b-tch back
and that’s because
she a boppin’ b-tch, she a boppin’ b-tch (that’s right), she’s a boppin’ b-tch, she’s a boppin’

[verse 2]
this little hoodrat started jockin’ at my jock strap
until my uncirc-mcised p-n-s finally unwrapped
flapping up and down until the cack finally go splat
now you gotta spat, spit it out until you do scat
then you gotta sat and sh-t it out, b-tch, f-ck your feelings
you wasn’t feeling sh-t when you was down there kneeling
now shut the f-ck up you got another d-ck to deal with

[interlude]
now, now why can’t we f-ck with this b-tch? (she’s boppin’)
wait, tell him why we can’t f-ck with this b-tch, y’all? (that b-tch she boppin’)
what is she? she a bb, what does that stand for? (she boppin’)
she, what do she be doin’? (she boppin’)

[chorus]
now i’m at a f-ckin’ clinic
’cause my d-ck is swollen and keeps itchin’
n-gga, i’ma k!ll this b-tch (she’s a boppin’ b-tch)
b-tch (she a boppin’ b-tch)
she a boppin’ b-tch

[outro]
where’s my gun? (she boppin’) i’ma k!ll this b-tch
why am i gon’ k!ll this b-tch?
to all my n-ggas out there listenin’, that b-tch (she’s boppin’)
and don’t let her suck your d-ck or you’ll get hurt

- tyler the creator

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