Slow It Down – Tyler, The Creator ft.Hodgy

Ace, The Creator
Hodgy Beats
OF (Drop it)

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

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 ni***, where’s the bass?
Could you bring the keys? Yeah
Turn it up, ni*** where’s the bass?
Drop the drums

[Verse 2]
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
F*** 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

Yo, bubble gum that Reese’s Pieces
You fail at life, I’ll mug your teachers
I’ve got Muslims calling on Jesus
I fuc*** 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