Tyler, The Creator - LEMONHEAD Lyrics

LEMONHEAD

Tyler, The Creator

TYLER, THE CREATOR LEMONHEAD DETAILS

Tyler, The Creator LEMONHEAD Lyrics. LEMONHEAD Song Sung By American Rapper And Artist Tyler, The Creator On Seventh Studio Album. Tyler, The Creator LEMONHEAD Is American Pop Song. Tyler, The Creator LEMONHEAD English Lyrics.

TYLER, THE CREATOR LEMONHEAD INFO

• Song : LEMONHEAD
• Artist : Tyler, The Creator
• Album : CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST
• Genre : Pop
• Label : Columbia Records
• Language : English
• Release Date : 2021.06.25

TYLER, THE CREATOR LEMONHEAD LYRICS

Y'all niggas know what's up

You say, you say pandemic? (Yeah)

Oh, you wanna see a pandemic? (Bunnyhop)

They should remove us from the game

I don't lean

This shit really get crazy

I don't lean

Gangsta Grillz (Yeah)

I don't lean but my house do

Off the hill with the mean view (Yeah)

Nice house, if you look out

You can see some eagles and a few yachts

Got a roommate, he won't move out

If you want smoke, he the cool opp

And he drill shit, got the tool out

It's the Wolf Gang, Brooklyn Zoo out (Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah)

Nigga, Wu-Tang, you get chewed out

When we woo-hah, this is Flipmode

And they know you're pussy like the douche, ah

Bitch, I'm cuckoo and his mouth wet (Cuckoo, cuckoo)

He a pool now, used to stage dive, but they sue now

I was too hot, TLC waterfalls on my chest help me cool out (Ah)

Got too many cars, shit a go-kart (Yeah)

They catchin' dust, wantin' to stall (Yeah)

In love with lemonheads, lookin' like Bart

Keep your Patek, I spent that on art (Spent that on art, nigga)

How much it cost? Shit, I don't know (Nah)

But I know that stage a million a show (True story)

Stuck in my ways, they say, "How so?"

First nigga put a bike rack on the Rolls, T (Fuck with me)

A young turnt nigga, I be fuckin' these hoes

Twenty appearance, I get it, I go (I'm here)

Rich, tell the world, "Come see me out low"

I ain't rockin' with cuz, nigga, free my bros (Trez)

I ain't got no safe and they see me shinin' (Bitch, huh)

Still fuck, I'm grindin' (Lame)

Eighty for a gram, remind 'em (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Two-tone Patek in this bitch, goddammit (Ayy, ho)

Ten bad hoes, nigga, look at that bitch (Look at that)

Still sellin' dope, I be cookin' that shit (Man, for real, dog shit)

My hoodie like six bands (Look, dog shit)

Over a hunnid (Yeah, yeah)

I'm from the bottom, bitch, we get money

Might tip a good ho, but then she ain't gettin' nothin'

Car go skrrt, hold on (Ha, pretty good, start it up)

Nigga, you got lucky (Skrrt)

All this paper, I can bet she fuck

I ain't doin' no talkin', I ain't doin' no savin' (No, no, no)

Took her from a lame, I get his bitch back (Here)

Know I ain't crazy, nigga still tote straps

Like, "Get on, bitch, just spit on shit"

Man, oh my God, "Remember lil'—?"

Yeah, he got dropped (Hold on), I'm gone (We gone)

Biatch

Call on me

(My bro is)

If you get lost

(Runnin' his finger around th-the Ai WeiWei, Ai VeiVei bowl)

Call on me

(I got that shit sittin' on my counter like a fruit bowl, that's like a hundred racks)

If you get lost

(I like the color green, in every shade)

If you get lost

(I like life)

Call on me

(Mine, like, my life)

If you get lost

(Don't fucking bite, y'all niggas love to steal)