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Artiste : Tyler, the Creator
Titre : Slow It Down
[Tyler, The Creator]
Ace, the Creator
Hodgy Beats
OF (Drop it)

[Hodgy Beats]
We come through throbbing like thunder storms
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
I´m too explosive for your ears like I´m throwing bombs
With the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know it´s on
Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-poms
Suck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in salons
Hodgy Beats is like lip balm
If you talk shit, I´ll make you cry and tell your big moms
I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
Haters must be starving nowadays I make California Vietnam

And I´m going to embalm my creativity
Into a CD-ROM, so you can feel this shit I´m on

[Tyler, the Creator]
Turn it up, where´s the bass?
Bring the keys, yeah
Turn it up, where´s the bass?
Bring the keys, oh my God
Turn it up nigga, where´s the bass?
Could you bring the keys? Yeah
Turn it up, nigga where´s the bass?
Drop the drums

[Tyler, the Creator]
Pink chinchilla, something like thrilla
My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla
You niggas all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda

But I ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner
I´m never the winner, always the loser
I don´t choose to win, but I will choose her
Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna
I never use a fork I always spoon her
Go nuts, instrumental flow much
European model white bitch is eating donuts
Fuck you faggots, I´m with a fat bitch
Making shit come like I´m go-go gadget
I´m mental, it´s instrumental
Make your bitches´ therapist ask for dental records
And I hope this record have you stabbing niggas with colored pencils

[Tyler, the Creator]
Turn it up, where´s the bass?
Bring the keys, yeah

Turn it up, where´s the bass?
Bring the keys, oh my God
Turn it up nigga, where´s the bass?
Could you bring the keys? Yeah
Turn it up, nigga where´s the bass?
Drop the drums

[Tyler, the Creator]
Yo, bubble gum that Reese´s Pieces
You fail at life, I´ll mug your teachers
I´ve got Muslims calling on Jesus
I fucked Kelly, where is Regis?
Found Alicia, now she keyless
Cold as ice, and now I´m creamless
Murdered every bod from my squad
So technically, now I´m teamless, O.F. is so prestigious