435 – Tyler, The Creator

Letra Tyler, The Creator – 435

Yeah, Ayo
Ayo

I put the feline in my hair, looking like a cheetah pet
And you know they getting green, if a flower on their neck
If a flower on their neck, hit Clancy on the text
I ain’t tryna check a bag, can we get another jet?
I ain’t gas niggas up, but that fuel is 50 grand
Passionfruit in D.R., had me dripping in the sand
New ni*** from New York, I’ma give him sticky hands
Sticky fingers from the green, Jasper playing with them grams
They was playing at the grams, one nom ain’t enough
I’m a make sure that that shit ain’t happening again
Golf boys, it’s them golf boys
In that 12 seater wings looking like a hawk boy
Getting to the paper better reup on the chalk board
Because the student turned into the teacher
Don’t talk boy, class in session
1-5, I’m a 7
I’ma god ni*** ask your reverend
And that crib in Bel-Air is heaven
Hot-coco outta chinas ni*** pass the beverage, yeah
Comme Des on that hombre
Haters with the long face
New whip is pirelli tire’d like a long day
Big dollars, the scent Prada
Skinny ni*** also big poppa, women they adore me
If you see me out in public, no pictures don’t record me
I don’t really f*** with y’all ni***, selfish at the orgy, uh