bitches brewin'

i got these bitches brewin'

fuckin' up my gold pots

you like my songs

i like your tits

but deep down

i don't really like you bitch

you got a nice tongue and you wear a nice thong

but bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

you're on my bed

but simon's red

now simon says get the fuck out my life

cause you're not my wife

bitch you're a stand for this night

and you could be a stab for this knife

i'm seventeen

you're twenty-six

you're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

you dropped outta college

you can't pay shit

but i'm broke as fuck too bitch

we on the same boat

where's my inhaler? i think i'm gonna puke

cause i can't believe i lost my virginity to you

yeah

you was in it and i was in it too

but i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

bitch shake your ass

shake it until the wet sweat

crawls right down the crack of your ass

booty meets snack

back that ass up

until you come back up and lick my sack up

i'm tyler the creator

hang with thrashers and skaters

i do sound like darth vader

but that's not stoppin' me from eatin' your muffin

i think you and your friends

should come with me to get your salad tossed

cause when i make this stew

in your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

i got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

and there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

and don't make vibrations stop