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letra de tamale (live) - tyler, the creator

[intro]
tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale!

[verse 1]
they say i’ve calmed down since the last album
well, l!ck my d-ck, how does that sound? um
smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
and i don’t give a sh-t, bend my r-ct-m
somebody said bands make her dance
she thinks you’re getting cash, no, b-tch, you’re dumb
the only thing that you’re gonna get is this d-ck
wait, turn this up, b-tch, this my jam (where the drums at?)
here, take a godd-mn picture
and tell spike lee he’s a godd-mn nigger
and while you’re at it, pass the lotion
and fapping and xbox live, that fun
before i cum, i call your sister
when she comes over, i take picture
instantly put it on instagram
and suplex her off a building if i get banned

[chorus]
tamale! tamale! tamale! tamale!
why y’all so salty?
hot tamale is on
a can of beans, b-tch, i’m on
your boy is bad to the bone
[verse 2]
bring back the h-rns that was played in the beginning
and tell tony parker that i found his vision
and if he’s tripping off my sneak dissing
then he has to deal with me and my minions
tryna get a bimmer, e46
have you heard “48”? motherf-cker, i’m great
golf w-ng prints always cover the sleeves
from cuts for the biebs, ’cause he’s puffin’ the trees, please
f-ck i look like? got a new bike
tire never pop like the p-ss on a butch dyk-
think i give a f-ck, i do, i go raw
then i bust in her jaw like (f-ck that disease)
my urethra, hole that i pee from
bigger than the obese neck on aretha
now turn that snare down, i’m back like i’m rosa parks fare
on the same d-mn bus like, “you’re going to jail now”

[chorus]
tamale! tamale! tamale! tamale!
why y’all so salty?
hot tamale is on
a can of beans, b-tch, i’m on
your boy is bad to the bone

- tyler the creator

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