JUGGERNAUT (feat. Lil Uzi Vert, Pharell)
Tyler, The Creator(타일러, 더 크리에이터)Hey Miss Parker
Wait wait wait wait
Somethin' like
I just cut some fresh lemons
Where's the sugar?
Lemon in my 'ade
Lemon in my ears call 'em boogers
Rather six feet
'Fore I'm ever seen with you niggas
Yeah
What it is? It's that nigga T
Skin look colored in
Ridin' in double double R
That's that Cullinan
Pullin' in that four hundred gram
I just bought a disc
Switzerland Lake Geneva
Where I spend my summer in
Golf le Fleur that's Gianno shoe
What I'm runnin' in
Earlobe look like headlights on a new van
I'm so motherfuckin' dead ass
I need some Timberlands
I battle any man Uzi Vert
Don't think they understand
Uh double C on my feet
Double G on my freak Louis V by my brick
She wan' kick it with me
She better eat it then leave
She try save 'bout
The place but keep eatin' my meat
We can't see none of 'em
Bro she keep eatin' my seeds
Got a E and a B on the back of the CT
I'm done with the 12 got a V16
Say the money comin' in yeah that's true
The more money I get I don't wan' sex you
Can't think about the last
Time that I text you
It's probably once I kicks
Out them belt loops
Sign my John Hancock on
A bitch every time I check you
Just like a brand new Lamb' I wreck you uh
So if this mind is yours
Ride to the dinner tapin'
Outta time and imagine her in the exit
Last year more than
What Google say my net is
I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit
Yeah uh uh uh whoa
It's the double P I rock double C
Man I run them beats like you run in cleats
Man come to me you want somethin' to see
This internally flawed that's a double Vs
What troubles me is you couple me
With these subtle fleas tryna double league
Hornet trapped in
The hive of a motherfuckin' bumblebee
They just got the closest
Picture of the fuckin' sun surface
That was us
Got the LaFerrari
Park that bitch just
For one purpose catchin' dust
My Secret Service carry mops
You call 'em street sweepers back you up
Tat' you up then add you up
Then give you a cover like adieu
If the shit's fake
I don't respect it it's clickbait
And that's distaste like a shit shake
What a difference your wrist
Make when it's Richard made
Hungry eyes tend to fixate like
A empty stomach for a fish plate
Shit faced get this straight this
Is truck wheels that grip tape
Ride to the dinner tapin'
Outta time and imagine her in the exit
Last year more than
What Google say my net is
I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit
Uh uh uh