Whoa

Whoa Lyrics

Song Whoa
Artist Earl Sweatshirt
Artist Tyler, The Creator
Album Doris
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[00:00.43] Nahh no, nahh nahh ******* that
[00:01.80] *******s think cause you *******' made Chum
[00:04.74] and got all personal
[00:05.63] That *******s won't go back to that old *******' 2010 *******t
[00:08.25] About talkin' 'bout *******' everything all
[00:11.13] No ******* that ******* I got you
[00:13.07] ******* that
[00:13.94] Grab mittens who have to spit blizzardous
[00:17.72] Actually flick cigarette ash at ******* *******s
[00:19.62] Harassment, eight nickels of hash, delay quick
[00:23.62] and then dash
[00:24.43] To Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison
[00:26.30] Still in the business of smacking up little rappers with
[00:29.73] Racquets you play tennis with, hated for bank lifting
[00:32.35] and Spraying that hotter wind
[00:33.42] in the shade of his maimed innocence
[00:35.74] Suitcase scented with haze and fileted sentences
[00:38.54] Advanced apathy, sma*******ng the man cameras up
[00:41.53] Tan khakis and antagonists Dan-dappered up
[00:44.65] Vagabond, had it since a Padawan
[00:48.03] Rapping hot as ******* in cattle brands
[00:49.82] wearing flannel thongs
[00:50.71] Grab a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag along
[00:54.02] Get a nice spanking, new Sears catalog
[00:56.47] Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop,
[00:59.02] dead and wrong
[00:59.88] Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea kettle songs
[01:02.63] Four deep in a Rover cannon
[01:04.37] Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon,
[01:06.56] *******s know that it's the
[01:09.37] G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
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[01:11.61] G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
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[01:14.48] 50 K for the last check
[01:17.53] But the Dollar Menu still be on deck,
[01:19.91] ******* it's the muther*******'
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[01:21.04] G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
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[01:23.72] G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
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[01:26.66] Yeah, the Misadventures of a *******t talker
[01:30.10] Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lager
[01:33.23] Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter
[01:36.22] Hat never backwards like the print off legit manga
[01:38.89] Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer
[01:42.27] Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist launcher
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[01:45.36] Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster
[01:48.04] Stormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture
[01:51.03] Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes
[01:54.23] From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic
[01:56.98] Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented
[02:00.30] On the hunt for clues, more food,
[02:02.11] and some floozy women
[02:03.04] Bruising gimmicks with the broom
[02:04.99] he usually use for Quidditch
[02:06.18] Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed
[02:08.05] and booty scented
[02:08.74] Too pretentious,
[02:09.80] do pretend like he could lose to spitting
[02:11.79] Steaming tubes of poop
[02:12.93] and twisted doobies full of euphemisms
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[02:15.93] Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick
[02:18.24] Thought out, toss it right back like a vodka fifth
[02:21.11] Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint
[02:23.69] Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka *******t
[02:27.20] Posing ******* try to disrespect
[02:29.38] Get a ******* thunder to his neck,
[02:31.75] shout out to Nak, cause it's the
[02:33.87] G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
[02:35.86] G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
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[02:38.60] Looking bummy, posted on the block
[02:41.27] looking like I ain't make
[02:42.15] A quarter million off of socks, *******, cause it's the
[02:45.08] G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
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[02:47.51] G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
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