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Song «Okra» von Tyler, The Creator.
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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2018 03 29 (Digital)
Label: Columbia
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Produktion: Tyler, The Creator
Genre: Hip-Hop - Traprap
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[Intro] Man, now they go (ayo) I cut off some friends, where they go? (Did this shit in one take, ayo) I stick to the plan, that's the goal (Ayy, we got that fire shit nigga) Fuck these niggas man (run it) [Verse 1] Check my bankroll, ayo, 400K for vehicle Paintjob look like ashy ankles on Django, interior look mango Shotgun grape, he look like mayo Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp We aim at dorks, get out the way, yo Keep them bucks in banks like Yayo Swampy niggas out the bayou Pockets flooded, y'all be dilute Watered down, I'm Big Mac I'm quarter pound, you chicken nugget Fuck it, travel bag Balenciaga, 30,000 just for luggage Financial advisor buggin', Flower Boy is buzzin' Grammy-nominated, tell yo' cousin ain't nobody fuckin' with him [Chorus] Man, now they go I cut off some friends, where they go? I stick to the plan, that's the goal Fuck these niggas man, that's for sure [Verse 2] Uno the shoe, red with the blue Look like a flag, what the fuck it do? Golf be the set, no more OF Like Ron Artest, bitch, we aim for your neck Give a fuck about you or your respect Yeah, that way, fuck your accolades But I made the cut like I pack a blade You could call me brush, I've been makin' waves Since Ashley Banks' cousin had a fade But that's '92, I'm '91 Watts Riot in my blood, nigga what's up And that pussy pink like the drink in my cup Lemonade, yeah it's Minute Maid I been gettin' paid, pockets gainin' weight Your bank statements on Mary Kate, but that's up to you [Chorus] Man, now they go (I ain't fuckin' with none of these niggas, man) I cut off some friends, where they go? (Yeah, give these niggas information nigga) I stick to the plan, that's the goal (Now we never fuckin' stop) Fuck these (ayo) niggas man, that's for sure (ayo) [Verse 3] Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me Skin glowin', clear of acne Diamonds see-through, so holographic Red Ones look like Aidan Mackey Spent dinero like Taxi Driver Handmade is that thing with tires But I rode the bike and Vill tail behind me And he got the Cannon like he bagged Mariah (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation he will go grab the iron And he do what I says like Simon (No violence) And my bitch mixed like jambalaya Man, fuck with the fam, we in Japan Bitch you’re a bum, see you don't understand Yeah, I cut off some friends, "T where you been?" Bitch I'm in Bel-Air, been lookin' for land Need a spot in the hills, not the beach, need a pool Just to cool it, I do need the grass, not the sand Got enough rocks, see, check my hand And I got crack, watch how I talk And it's still Wolf Gang, bitch, watch how I bark Wallace still trippin' on shit that I bought But I really do not care the cost 'cause okra [Outro] Man, now they go I cut off some friends