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