THAT GUY Tyler, The Creator – Testo, traduzione, significato

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Okay

AH

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Hey now

Say now

I’m all about

Them bands

Shit

I’m on bitch

You wouldn’t understand

Hey now

Say now

I’m all about

My guap

AP

Richie

Hmm not on

My watch

Brodie said

Don’t even

Press the issue

Yellow boogers

In my ear lobe

I need a tissue

OH

MY

GOD

I’M

REALLY

THAT GUY

Mm

Yeah

Bitch

I’m outside

La Ferrari popping

On the 405

1 ticket

2 ticket

3 ticket

4 million

Put that lil

Maybach truck

In the garage

Lil bunny

Hop out

You seen me

At the pop out

Pandemonium screaming

Like they brought

Pac out

Stop it with

The chit chat

We airing out

The kickback

Big stud energy

The way I get

My lick back

Hey now

Say now

I’m all about

Them bands

Shit

I’m on bitch

You wouldn’t understand

I’m the suspect

Baby

I don’t play victim

I’ll buy that

Nigga building

Just to evict him

What that coachella

Pay like?

It was 8 figures

Why don’t I fuck

With them guys?

Cause I hate niggas

OH

MY

GOD

I’M

REALLY

THAT GUY

I got my

Chuck Taylors on

But they look

Like loafers

I ain’t sitting

With you niggas

Fuck

I look like Oprah?

Rather put em

In the ground

You niggas look

Like gophers

Open doors

For my niggas

Bitch

I look like chauffeur

RIP the ruler

Keep it sewer

Stack the mula

Mind ya business

Eat the cooter

OH

MY

GOD

I’M

REALLY

THAT

I was up

At Westchester

Dodging all

The high beams

Gardena swap meet

Shopping bogus

Ice cream

I’m a hawthorne

Baby

Shit is not warm

Baby

4 or 5

Main bitches

I am not yours

Baby

All these women

Is a habit

Boyfriends mad

Cause they thought

I was a

HEY

NOW

Hey now

Say now

Get sticky

Like a hun bun

You will never be

The main guy

You’re a

Plus one

300k in 4 days

Chromakopia

12 days gold

I ain’t even drop

Deluxe one

Sold a

Million tickets

First day

For that new stage

Want smoke?

We can puff one

1 whip

2 whips

Black bitch

Blue strips

Green face grinch

Tyler on his

Dr. Seuss shit

True shit

I can put a number

Where ya roof is

Paranoid cause

Niggas beef curtains

They got

Loose lips

OH

MY

GOD

I’M

REALLY

THAT GUY

Hand claps?

Congrats?

Never said to me

Put him

On a proclub

That nigga

Dead to me

Stop with that

Fake shit

Stop with that

Fake shit

Stop with that

Fake shit

Just stop

With that

Fake shit

Le FLEUR* got me

Fitted in my best

If you got

A problem with me

Nigga

Get it off

Your chest

Nigga

Get it off

Your chest

I am not

A tough guy

Nigga

Get it off

Your chest

I’m the type

To bust on her

And just lick it

Off her breast

I’m a freak

I don’t beef

It’s a bird

It’s a plane

Bitch

It’s T

Cutting niggas off

Want the rope?

I’ll come get it

You don’t love me

You love

The optics that

Come with it

AH

AH

Bitch