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letra de what ya life like [freestyle] - tyler, the creator

[intro]
what’s ya life’s like? what’s ya life like? (put you in place)
what ya life’s like? what ya’ life li-
what ya life’s like? what ya- (put you in place)

yeah, yeah, uhh, they, f-ck
alright, uhh, yeah

[verse 1]
they ask me if i’m tyler, the nasty
n-gga that used to be in seventh grade watching the grass, see
but y’all n-ggas in ya whips, with ya rings, and ya hat, with the brims, rolling right past me
but i could give a f-ck less about what you doin’
who you ‘screwin, who you booin’
i got these b-tches brewin’ in my gold pots, you could see the rolex, but your watch
see them gold supers, but you won’t stop
i’m in that bape sh-t, all that bathing ape sh-t
that sh-t that make you think my superman hoodie is cape, sh-t
you on that fake sh-t, that true religion, abercrombie, postel
n-gga my t-shirt is pastel
my n-gga i pass well, well pass, and i pass that f-cking class well
and when your b-tch see me she be like “oh my gosh you’re skinny but man you’re so swell”
i’m like “i’m so swole”, this bape sh-t is so old, older than the ice cream shoes i have that’s growin’ mold
and they say ace-ee a g*nius, i said i play piano, make songs, a big p-n-s
is what i have too, listenin’ to neptune, sh-t, i’m never mars or venus, you seen this
my 3-d glasses still the cleanest, eeness, -n-s, n-gga you could paint this, here’s a mothaf-ckin’ brush
all you n-ggas ‘runnin, but i’m still not in a rush and i’m winnin’
no braces on but i’m grinnin’
don’t believe in god but i’m ‘sinnin, hinnen, he-man and she-man and he-man and he’s dead
y’all want the rest but i’m still chillin’ in a mothaf-ckin’ minivan, like
what it do, what it do, f-ck you and ya crew, of to the death, nah
y’all know i do thill, y’all rap ya sentence to the death, n-gga this of until, until
and n-gga, that’s real, and n-gga i’m raw, i’m bigger than my b-lls
freezin’ cold, eighty-six degrees, heat on me, with ya b-tch screamin’ out my name, gaggin’ on her knees
and n-gga i’m reez, eatin’ mothaf-ckin’ ice cream reeses pieces
n-gga i’m the ceasest, i’m the sh-t, you can call me ace the creator aka, a thesis
i’m eatin’ like a feesus
[outro]
hahahaha, what the f-ck is my problem, f-ck
ayo, i’ma let this one right out though
i’ma- i’ma let the keys f-ck up the drugs, ya know?
a-c-e, o.f.m, bangin’ on your fm, yes
it was all a dream, now i got my own magazine
word up, heh, i’m out, peace

heh, b-tch!

- tyler the creator

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