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letra de sleep [2010 freestyle] - tyler, the creator

[intro: tyler, the creator]
you on the internet and sh-t, and, uh…
these motherf-ckers be postin’ videos and songs like:
“uh, oh, the-uh, this the motherf-ckin’ blame it on the throne freestyle.”
n-gga, that wasn’t a f-ckin’ freestyle, n-gga
you… pre-wrote that sh-t and just spit it on a f-cking camera
i don’t really get why these motherf-cking rappers is like…
they-they don’t wanna freestyle no more, it’s like…
we ain’t got no more n-ggas that can really f-ckin’ spit off the top o’ the dome
so this n-gga left brain gave me a f-cking beat, alright?
um, i really liked this sh-t, i’mma just f-cking freestyle on it
and this n-gga f-ckin’ hodgy beats, is-
i don’t know why the f-ck he’s in here but he just gonna f-ckin’ adlib
so, uhhh…

[verse 1: tyler, the creator and hodgy]
(whoa!)
yo, (yo,) yo, (yeah,) yo, (yo)
your b-tch pretty, she pretty, and now she screamin’
now i fill her up with s-m-n, all she see is sea, man (yo)
now you hear her voice, no pro-choice
no odd pro-abortion on this boat
b-tch, calm down, down, krusty the clown makin’ you laugh (heh, yeah)
laugh, finger in your ass, now you like “woah, hold up” (woah)
“mister, i don’t know your name”
b-tch, shut the f-ck up, you are on a train, (train) just to death
chop your body up and put it in a freezer, (freezer) bleed her
before i k!ll her, f-ck her just to please her, (please her) no condom
i just might disease her, and if that f-ckin’ happen, f-ck it
she’ll be dead, chopped up in my motherf-cking freezer (whoo!)
you can f-ckin’ get the vanilla, manelly liza, aliza
here, you want a sample? n-gga, try it (uh)
kinda like apprentice, n-gga fire, i’m the dentist (yeah)
n-ggas looking at me, hair nappy, here’s a brush
but she don’t wanna rush, ’cause if i f-cking bust
quick, she’s gonna be p-ssed, but then i pull out
f-ck, i can’t have blue b-lls, so b-tch start sucking my d-ck (hehehe)
and then she f-cking l!ck (yo) i bust up on her face (uh)
now she looking like michael jackson
jackson (haha!) now i sound like toni braxton
deep voiced motherf-cker, f-ck, i had her sucking on my wrapper lollipop
like it’s a sucker, motherf-cker (b-tch!)
[verse 2]
back for round two, i found you
you tryna run, but i found blue, yellows over there
and the motherf-cking field where
the n-ggas wear colored pants, jerk, and pop pills
i’m on the other side, where all the n-ggas ride, and n-ggas skate
where we take indy b-tches with high gpas up on a date
where n-ggas smoke blunts and sniff coke
where the motherf-cking freestyles never wrote, or written, i’m livin’
n-ggas sh-ttin’ while i’m p-ssin’ on they face, mace
here you call the cops, here’s my phone, i’ll catch a case
but i got a good lawyer so my f-cking record erase
just like a f-cking pencil, i’m mental, left brain laced this instrumental
with some sh-t that’s so illegal, that
he gon have to go and fly overseas like an eagle in the winter
december, imba, limpa
kick him in the leg, now he limpa, impa
n-ggas 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, nollie tricks on ya b-tch
girl-boy lookin clean cause
you already know my hat green, and that sh-t staying supreme, uh
you can’t f-ck with it, you little h-b
you hate me, a-c, l-b, h-b
c-v, super 3 and brandun deshay
with my n-gga 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- f-ck it, i’m coughin
this the re’free- -cough cough- oh sh-t
-cough cough- i’m bout to hit it back. -cough-
i said, this the re-freestyle, no written
i spit all my sh-t from the dome
home like a motherf-cker
n-gga leavin his college, for good, in the hood
i’m from ladera, not from inglewood
hawth-rne couple times, go the city where i be
even up in hollywood, you could find me
i’m not a f-cking cliche, e-shay, e, a
oh, f-ck it, i’m over it, i got work tomorrow
left brain let me get a beat to borrow
just so i could spit the sh-t quick, b-tches with some big lips
yeah she got some big lips, a nice small tongue
for this oversized big d-ck, size 12 in the shoe
32 in the jeans, skinny as f-ck
motherf-cking t-shirt a 2x, yes
and you could ask anybody here that’s daily
b-tches feel me, f-cking ipods wanna play me
ask me why i cuss so much, f-ck, sh-t, c-nt and d-ck
now shut the f-ck up b-tch, eat a f-cking d-ck in a blanket
i be on that stank sh-t
f-ck everybody here, what the f-ck i look like thankin’?
[outro: tyler, the creator and left brain]
oh, sh-t, the beat ended, f-ck
(it’s over, my n-)

- tyler the creator

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