paroles de chanson Who Dat Boy - Tyler, The Creator
Yo,
who
dat
boy?
Who
him
is?
Him
that
nig-ga,
I
swear
Stand
out
guy,
him
don't
need
no
chair
Well,
where
the
fuck
him
at?
'Cause
nigga,
I'm
right
here
I
don't
shop
at
the
mall,
all
y'all
just
Dumb
mothafucka
I'm
a
goddamn
artist
You
can
give
me
some
markers
and
I'll
draw
you
a
closet
And
you
know
that
it's
GOLF
Bitch
gone
and
make
the
deposit
Nigga
fresh
to
death
like
he
got
dressed
in
a
coffin
Cons,
overalls,
and
a
striped
shirt
The
boy
drip
swag
like
a
broken
faucet
It's
runnin',
nigga,
I'm
runnin'
shit
That
cherry
be
the
bomb
like
he
ran
in
Boston
Won't
stop
'til
the
cops
surround
him
One
nigga
jiggy
and
the
other
awesome
With
his
fuckin'
face
blown
off,
that's
how
they
found
him
It's
Young
T
Who
dat
boy?
Who
him
is?
Who
dat
boy?
Who
him
is?
Nigga,
who
dat
boy?
Who
him
is?
Who
dem
boys?
Nigga,
who
dem
is,
nigga?
Why
you
niggas
feel
like
that?
Mad
'cause
a
nigga
neck
chill
like
that
Mad
'cause
a
nigga
push
wheel
like
that?
Why
you
puttin'
bad
vibes
in
the
air
like
that?
Nigga,
who
dem
boys?
Who
dem
is?
Nigga,
who
dem
is?
Who
else
step
in
this
bitch
this
jig?
Who
else
your
bitch
say
got
a
bick
this
big?
Who
else
came
through
with
a
wrist
this
flick?
Nigga,
Guess
my
pants,
do
my
dance
Spin
around,
bitch,
you
could
kiss
my
ass
Never
seen
a
nigga
in
this
much
Raf
Still
doin'
math
when
I
miss
my
class
Was
it
Summertime
'06,
had
the
Number
(N)ine
Nigga,
never
mind,
was
another
time
before
Vince
Had
the
Gucci
gold
tips
with
the
letterman
Nigga,
dollar
sign
was
my
favorite
number
at
the
time
Fresh
freshmen
'til
they
skip
my
ass
Senior
citizen,
don't
forget
my
pass
Been
that
nigga
and
you
knew
that
there
Make
the
dick
disappear,
how
she
do
that
there?
Who
dat
boy?
Who
him
is?
Who
dat
boy?
Who
him
is?
Nigga,
who
dat
boy?
Who
him
is?
Who
dem
boys?
Nigga,
who
dem
is,
nigga?
Why
you
niggas
feel
like
that?
Mad
'cause
a
nigga's
neck
chill
like
that
Mad
'cause
a
nigga
push
weight
like
that?
Why
you
puttin'
bad
vibes
in
the-?
Fuck
the
rap,
I'm
tryna
own
a
planet
From
my
other
fuckin'
business
ventures
These
niggas
these
days
Actin'
like
some
bitches,
like
they're
fuckin'
with
ya
(yeah)
Teeth
is
glistenin',
Jesus,
Christmas
He
just
shittin',
she
exquisite,
bitches
be
expensive
(oh,
no,
nigga)
And
I
don't
even
need
attention
WANG$AP
on
the
bumper
sticker,
fuck
you
niggas
Fuck
global
warming,
my
neck
is
so
frío
I'm
currently
lookin'
for
'95
Leo
My
mom
say
she
worried
because
I'm
so
ill
I
should
stay
in
bed,
but
got
too
much
bread
To
make,
she
said
watch
my
weight
So
I
stayed
home
and
start
eatin'
some
meals
Get
out
of
my
way,
way
Boy
that's
McLaren,
that's
0 to
60
in
2 point
nueve,
I'm
gone
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