Tyler the Creator - Jamba Ft Hodgy Beats Lyrics

Tyler the Creator - Jamba Ft Hodgy Beats Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
Papa ain't call even though he saw me on T.V., it's all good, (Fuck You)
But now my balls balls deep in this broads jaws, swallow girl, it's just nut
Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass
Yeah they heard I'm fuckin' nuts like the swag of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin
Camp Floggnaw nigga you can tell by the badge
(G, pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome
I'm animals, Noah's arking, (?) rapping nonsense
Four stories in my home like "What the fuck's an apartment?"
Get shit popping like Peter's pores during puberty
And take bets on how quickly Tyler can reach maturity
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience
Oh, you want a tip bitch, well here's my dick for gratiturity, bitch

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
Shut Him Down!
You Gotta Shut Him Down!
Shut Him Down!

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
I tumble crush on hudgy sluts, give money up then nutty, but
Professor Nutty Buddy Clumpkin's petty when you touch his lunch
Like "What the fuck? I'm drunk as fuck," turn the fucking music up
So I can hear these stupid fucks, talk no walk, like you discussed
You talking too much, "Who the fuck are you to us, uterus?"
I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I don't begin moving up, I'm shooting up
You and her, crew on turf, new dessert
I can see the bitch in a nigga through his shirt
I can smell the ho in the bitch flocking 'round my crew to flirt
It's on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the movement first
Fuck a human nurse, I'm ill like (?), to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my lou
Get (?) of the (?), you can drink piss and eat a dick in a few
The sickening view, a visual woose, I eat your ribs, I'm a wolf
Then meet your kids afterschool and give 'em drugs cause it's cool (Fucker)

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
Shut Him Down!
You Gotta Shut Him Down!
Shut Him Down!

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
Hodgy, fuck this beat, nigga let's smoke weed
That shit I need, be the shit that's green, a little purple and pink
Get some swisher sweets, about three up, four more, then leave it be
I got a eigth I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape
I hate the grape I can taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes
You can smell us in places when we walk
And our clothing is always covered in flakes
Enough for two shake blunts and "What the fuck is this?"
I think this mary is laced, My heart is beating at paces that Pacquiao can relateI'm fucking faded like gradient
Shit I'm stuck like the tape that's superglued
To the center of Kelly Price first waist.
It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, this shit is scary
The paranoia from this marijuana is very heavy, I'm lifted
Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel pass the sherm
Let's use this Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit

MellowHype - Fakuoy Lyrics

MellowHype - Fakuoy Lyrics:

I’m aerodynamic, my paper plane is gigantic
I sync to tracks like Titanic, nigga
I’m also rhythmatic
I’m r-rugged j-jagged
My flow is warmer than jackets
I got r-ratchet in jacket
I pull out, smash it and bash it
Cabernet in my cabinets, sh-shocka
And that’s for the rabbits
I take five ads for the habits
Though that sh-shit makes me cabbage
I go bananas on monkeys, I act a ass, fuck a donkey
Don’t come up short with my money
Or p-p-play at the Huntley
Baby, burban got me lazy swervin’
Toss and turvy on the road
I almost pulled on the corner store
Feds around, wonder bro like Warner Bro
Flip the script, sure to go I’m sure to blow
I’m gloriphobe, I call you niggas horrible
Cause your floral growth of an artist is like the purest loaf, no bread
I leave you fucks mindblown, walkin’ around with no head
I’m so sled, moped jetski molestin’ this beat, Left Brain, man how the fuck we turn off all this fuckin’ heat
Bitches so bad, I call you niggas bitches like you wearin’ the dogtag
I smoke that bud, wiser than the frog that’s on the log ad
I walk my flow to the booth and I’m ?

Odd Future - Oldie Lyrics

At A Photo shoot , We Said Our Verses Into A Camera While This Song Was Playing In The Background. Why Not Release it. OFTAPE Vol 2 Out Now!!! Lyrics and Video below.

(Ft. Taco, Tyler The Creator, Hodgy Beats, Left Brain, Mike G, Domo Genesis, Frank Ocean, Jasper, Earl The Sweatshirt)

Odd Future - Oldie Lyrics:

[Intro: Taco]
Yo, Shout Out To Everybody That Worked On The Album
You Feel Me, Son? Yo, Shouts Out To Ty Dollas
Shouts Out To Hodgy Daddies, Shouts Out To Left Brizzle
Shouts Out To Domyon, Shouts Out To Frankie Ocean
Shouts Out To Syd The Dude, Shouts Out To L-Boy Awk

[Verse 1: Tyler The Creator]
Big Eared Bandit Is Tossin' All His Manners
In A Bag And Wrappin' Them In Seran Wrap Bandages
Tossin' 'em In Baskets With The Rest Of Those Sandwiches
So When He Says "Catch Up, Nigga" It Looks Like An Accident
Um, Flowin' Like My Pad Is The Maxiest
My Bitch White And Black Like She's Been Mimickin' A Panda
It's The Dark Skinned Nigga, Kissin' Bitches In Canada
Then Kicking All Out Like Mr. Lawrence Did Pamela
Put Her In The Chamber All Against Her Wilt Chamberlain
I Never Had A Reason, Nigga I Was Just Ableton
Not A Fuckin' Logic Contradictin' Dick Head
Flyer Than An Ostrich Moshin' In A Tar Pit
Semen Scented Cheetah Printed Tee
In That 'Preme Five Panel, I'll Repeat It For The Season
Previous Items In The Present
With The Normal Ass Past Like I Cheated On My Team
It's Me (Tried To Get That Nigga, But, Golf Wang)

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
To Have Some Type Of Knowledge That Is One Perception
But Knowin' You Own Your Opponent Is A Defeatin' Bonus
I'm Zeus To A Kronos, Cartilage Cartridge Is Boneless
Smiles Of Cowards In Lead Showers, Dead Spouses In Red Blouses
Children Who Fled Houses On Mustang Horses And Went Joustin'
I'm On My Robin Hood Shit, Robbing In The Hood
Whips, Drugs, Jewels, And Your Pet, I'm Stealin' Your Rings
Coke Diamonds And Your Vet, Soldiers Lace The Fuckin' Boot
And Salute Like The Troop When You Shoot You Gon' Poop
It's KillHodgy, Nigga, Stay The Fuck Off My Stoop
And Out My Kool Aid, Juice

[Verse 3: Left Brain]
Hodgy Got The Juice, I Got The Gin
Jasper Got The Henny, My Nigga We Get It In
Wolf Gang Party At The Hotel
I Call A Ho, You Call A Ho, And All The Hoes Tell
You Know Left Brain Need A Freak
I Need A Bitch To Go Down Like A Nitty Beat
Yup, Uh, And Her Ass Fat
Don't Be Surprised If I Ask Where The Hash At
Nigga I'm Tryna Smoke, Bitch Get Higher
Domo Where That Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout A Lighter
Still Bang Salute Me Or Just Shoot Me
Cause If You Don't Salute Me Then My Team Will Do The Shooting
Yeah My Nigga Ace Will Pull The Black Jack
The King Mike G Is In The Cut With The Black Mac
Living Like The Mafia, Bitch, Don't Get To Slacking Up
And If These Haters Acting Up, Throw 'em In The Aqueduct
Free My Nigga Earl, Yo, I Don't Really Ask For Much
But Two Bad Bitches In Front Of Me Cunnilingus

[Verse 4: Mike G]
What The Fuck Is Caution?
Often I Leave You Flossing And Cause Exes Next To Coffins
Lost In Translation, The Dreams You Chase
Got You Diving For The Plates Like You Stealing Home Base
That's Great, I'm Home Alone Dreaming Of Two On Ones
With Rihanna And Christina Milian, Bring It On
And Travis Is In The Closet Organizing And Hanging The Tramp
Three Lettermans That Ace Has Been Making Him
No Strays While We Catching Matinees, Huh?
I'm Getting Blazed Thinking 'bout Those Days
I Had The Top Off The GT3 Like Toupees
One Finger In The Air, All's Fair When Crime Pays
My Grand Scheme Of Things Is To Be Attached
To The Game Like Bitches To Their Wedding Rings
And You Don't Even Need To Look Cause We Gleam Obscene
In The Light, Ride Slow To My Yellow Diamond Shining
Like The Batman Logo Over Gotham, Rock LA To Harlem
If You Say "Get 'em Mike G" Then I Got 'em
One Man Squadron, Nigga I'm A Problem
From Briggs I Got Bars And Plans To
Pimp These Polish Bitches Into Pop Stars
Humanity Kills, We All Suffer From Insanity Still
And If I Said It Then It Is Or It's Gonna Be Real
OF 'til I OD And I Probably Will, Uh

[Verse 5: Domo Genesis]
It's Still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, Get Your Baby Mommy Popped
With My Other Snobby Bop, Do I Love Her? Prolly Not
Know Your Shit Is Not As Hot As Anything I Fuckin' Drop
Bitch I'm In The Zone, Stand Alone, Like Macaulay Cock
I've Been Runnin' Blocks Since A Snotty Tot
Big Wheel Was A Big Deal With The Water Glocks
Now I'm All Grown, Sing Songs Just To Give 'em Watts
Fire What I Talk, But Still Cooler Than An Otter Pop
Op Dom Neck Shit In Your Wish List
Mad Sick Shit, Mad Dick For Your Bitches
On Some Slick Shit, Your Mistress On My Hit List
And I'm Lifted 'til I'm Stiff Out Of This Bitch
Odd In Your Mothafuckin' Area
Blood Clots Give Me Five Feet 'fore I Bury Ya
Suicide Flow, Let The Big Wave Carry Ya
Tyler Got The Mask Like He Held Jim Carrey Up
And Fuck Your Team, Ho Nigga Wassup
Wolf Gang So You Know We Not Giving No Fucks
You Know Me Dog, I'm A Chill In The Cut So I Can
Cut It Short, Break It Down, Couple Pounds, Roll It Up

[Interlude]
Get Me A Persian Rug Where The Center Looks Like Galaga

[Verse 6: Frank Ocean]
Rent A Super Car For A Day
Drive Around With Your Friends, Smoke A Gram Of That Haze
Bro, Easy On The Ounce, That's A Lot For A Day
But Just Enough For A Week, My Nigga What Can I Say
I'm Hi And I'm Bye, Wait I Mean I'm Straight
I'mma Give You This Wine, The Runner Just Brought The Grapes
My Brother Give It Some Time, Morris, And Day
Course You Know The Vibe's As Fly As The Rhymes
On The Song, Cut And You Could Sample The Feel
Headphone Bleed, Make This Shit Sound Real
Used To Work The Grill, Fatburger And Fries
Then I Made A Mil And Them Psychics Was Liars
Now, How Many Fucking Crystal Balls Can I Buy And Own
Humble Old Me Had To Flex For The Fogs
Down In Muscle Beach Pumping Iron And Bone
Bumping Oldies Off My Cellular Phone
Yeah, Bumping Oldies Off My Cellular Phone

[Interlude]
Goddammit, This Rapping Is Stupid And It's Hard
Gotta Do It Over And Over And Over Again But Here I Go

[Verse 7: Jasper Dolphin]
Hey It's Jasper, Not Even A Rapper
Only On This Beat To Make My Racks Grow Faster
Got A TV Show, So I Guess I'm An Actor
Pot Head, Half Baked, Lookin' Like Chappelle
Rollin' Up A Blunt With That Fire From Hell
Still Ignorant, Still Hit A Bitch
Wolf Gang, Nigga, So I Still Don't Give A Shit
Catch Me In The Back With Miley On My Lap
Bong Rips As I Feel On That Little Bitch Cat

[Interlude]
Hah, Nigga Came Through With A 9 Bar Real Quick
Just For The Bitches, Little Bit Of Money In My Pocket
Fuck It, Wolf Gang

[Verse 8: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yeah, Fuck That, Look, For Contrast Is A Pair Of Lips
Swallowin' Sarapin, Settin' Fires To Sheriffs Whips
(Whoosp, Whoosp) Fuckin' All-American Terrorist
Crushin' Rapper Larynx To Feed 'em A Fuckin' Carrot Stick
And Me? I Just Spent A Year Ferrisin'
And Lost A Little Sanity To Show You What Hysterics Is
Spit To The Lips Meet The Bottom Of A Barrel
So That Sterile Piss Flow Remind These Niggas Where Embarrassed Is
Narrow, Tight Line, Might Impair Him Since
I Made It Back To Fahrenheit, Grimey Get Dinero Type
Feral, Fuckin' Ill Apparel, Wearin' Pack Of Parasites
Threw His Own Youth Off The Roof After Paradise
La Di Da Di, Back In Here To Fuck The Party Up
Raidin' Fridges, Tippin' Over Vases With A Tommy Gun
Never Dollars, Poppa Make It Rain Hockey Pucks
And 60 Day Chips From Fuckin' Awesome Anonymous
Call Him Bloated 'til He Show 'em That The Flow Deluxe
Off The Wall Loafers, Four Loko, And A Cobra Clutch
Vocals Bold And Rough, Evoke A Ho To Pose As Drum
And Let Me Hit And Beat It With A Stick Until The Hole Was Numb
The Culprit Of The Potent Punch
Scoldin' Hot As Dunkin' Scrotum In A Folgers Cup
Or Nevada, Drivin' Drunk Inside A Stolen Truck
Shittin' Like His Colon Bust
Belly Full Of Chicken And A Fifth Of Old Petroleum
Supernova, I'm Rollin' Over The Novices
I'm Roamin' Through The Forest And Spittin' Cold As The Porridge Is
Stay Gold 'til The Case Closed And The Story End
Post Mortem Porkin' This Rap Shit And Record It
To Escort It To The Morgue Again, Lord Of Lips
Bored Of This, Forklift The Tippy Top, Best Under 40 List
Stormin' The Gate, Ensurin' The Bass
Scorchin' Ladies Motherfucker Sore In Torso And Face
Get At Me With Savages, Have A Pack Of Apache
Indian Pack Of Niggas Who Don't Give A Fuck If We Nasty As Flatulence
As A Matter Of Fact, Your Swagger Is Tacky
So See Me You Can't Like Crunchy Black Catchin' A Taxi
Back Like Lateral Passin'
With That Mothafuckin' Gladiator Manner Of Rappin'
As An Addict I Let Percocet And Xannies Relax Me
Fall Back If Your Paddies Is Maxi, Please

[Verse 9: Tyler The Creator]
OF, Shit That's All I Got
From My Bigger Brother Frankie To My Little Brother Tac
From That Father Figure Clancy To That Skatey Nigga Naks
Shredding Down 'Fax, Wolf Gang Run The Fucking Block
Storefront, Knee Tat
Book Cover Is The Same Lettering On Lettermans And Cotton Socks
And Grip Tape...and My Shoes
Um, I Was 15 When I First Drew That Donut
5 Years Later, For Our Label Yea We Own It
I Started An Empire, I Ain't Even Old Enough
To Drink A Fucking Beer, I'm Tipsy Off This Soda Pop
This Is For The Niggers In The Suburbs
And The White Kids With Nigger Friends Who Say The N-word
And The Ones That Got Called Weird, Fag, Bitch, Nerd
Cause You Was Into Jazz, Kitty Cats, And Steven Spielberg
They Say We Ain't Acting Right
Always Try To Turn Our Fucking Color Into Black And White
But They'll Never Change 'em, Never Understand 'em
Radical's My Anthem, Turn My Fucking Amps Up
So Instead Of Critiquing And Bitching, Being Mad As Fuck
Just Admit, Not Only Are We Talented, We're Rad As Fuck, Bitches

Odd Future - NY (Ned Flanders) Lyrics [ft. Hodgy Beats & Tyler, The Creator]

OF Tape Vol 2 coming March 20th. Lyrics below.

Odd Future - NY (Ned Flanders) Lyrics  [ft. Hodgy Beats & Tyler, The Creator]:

[Verse: 1 Hodgy Beats:]

Karl Malone bring challenge from the eight passes
Hodgy Long one of them bastards that were head bashers
Yeah we skate mental, but the meaning of a thrasher
Is the whiplash out that leaves you pussy niggas fractured
I need meds from a mental institution
Before my brain is revenged, feel the fingers shootin'
They caught him screaming in a twine of mental looping
Take the garbage out back
I pay the homage in fact
I throwing T-Bones to these wannabe me clothes and their wannabe me clothes
Bitch I'm actually old
I spin like the couple we are
You're in between the pages
I'm 21 now but been running this fan squad for ages
Organic for breakfast
We raging on stage its twelve-noon on my clock, engaged for twelve gauges
I spit the plague and don't believe it be a pageant
I've seen you right there photos will take it then buy save it
Bitch

[Hook:]
(Lady speaking Spanish making fun of Odd Future)

[Verse: 2 Tyler, The Creator]
This that weed shit, hot shit pissed off custodians
Get rich and marry fat bitch Lamar Odiem
I'm rich bitch, jars of jelly and a jar of petroleum that I had used ???
I'm planning on firing with Clancy with that petroleum boy
You can't carry this gun Cannon Nickelodeon boy
My boy Domo higher than fat bitches sodium
And nuggets greener than the fucking can my Arizona's in
I'm sneaking in your kid's ear lobe
"Oh, no! It's him! Goblin!"
Dropped like the soap in the tub
Now I have have famous friends who like coke and them drugs
Dancing with me, Jerry Sandusky, and the Pope in the club
Jerry's trying to get a tug but it isn't paid enough
Now if he doubles it I'll tug it in the bathtub with bubbles
And a rubber ducky that I got on tour Kentucky with some groupies
Where I had got hooky with some sucky-sucky trust me honey bun
If you fuck me you gonna leave with runny nose
I be running in these hoes ain't nobody gotta know
No fucking fuck
Me

Hodgy Beats - Ave Lyrics

Hodgy Beats - Ave Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Just another day in the life, Hodgy Beats
I am sickly prickly, apparent through pairs of crews
Down your avenue
I got a pair to shoot, they fall without their parachute
I knock him out his pair of shoes
Truth is a win, I dare to lose
You niggas are (barely true/very cute?)
Remember when I was broke and I didn’t have shit?
I had that EBT, I get that money and I flip
Those days were shades of blue, a nigga was so sick
And now I’m on the come-up but she don’t come (cum) up quick
Rubble young man run but I be in trouble with my fists
Breakin’ jaw and take ya bitch
She passenger in my whip
She tatted across her tits, like me, “Mellowhype”
But the hype is so mellow, and tonight we go rebel
I’m way ahead of ya sunshine, I’m night time
Midnight in this right mind, where the daylight never shines
I’m in particular the extra curriculum
Rolling up that sticky dum, ain’t stop till I’m feelin’ numb

[Hook]
I’m on a hiatus, man I’m one with the clouds
I’m on a hiatus, man I’m one with the clouds
I wave hi to the haters cause none of them are allowed

[Verse 2]
In the VIP with a sack of weed, my peeps chilling
Stupid Broads and superstars, no ordinary civilians
Trying to live to see a million, rapping’s serial killin’
In my (‘Vo or Mode)

[Outro]

Hodgy Beats - Samurai Lyrics

Hodgy Beats - Samurai Lyrics:

[HOOK]
Cadillac gold grills in my mother fuckin’ mouth
Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae
All them niggas that be hatin’ better watch what they say
I heat ‘em up, beat ‘em up I’m Cassius Clay

Cadillac gold grills in my mother fuckin’ mouth
Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae
All them niggas that be hatin’ better watch what they say
I heat ‘em up, beat ‘em up I’m Cassius Clay

[Verse 1]
Mountain Climbing’s about the rhyming, I [work](undefined) to the tippy-top
Me, my notepad, Mary Jane, sticky pot
Ticks from the clock, so it means I don’t get to stop
I be in the studio pacing, waiting for this shit to drop
Niggas wish whether we flop Divac
Flock to take me a boombox, every fucking 2 knocks
I see you running ya chops, chop it up and get chopped
Bag ‘em up, he off the docks, and bitch I’m at the beach
Bitch I’m at the beach, (oh) bitch I’m at the beach
With a childish flow, that means this shit is at your reach
I’m here to keep it g, from the eyes (I’s) how I see
You’re here to be a b-i-t on my d
I need no ID for you to recognize
I exercise my thought, got you petrified, bitch I’m next to die
(Die) Consider me invisible, and also one mentally fucked individual

(A bunch of coughing and trading blunts, passing the weed around)

[HOOK]

[Verse 2]
Why the fuck got these niggas gotta hate for?
I got a lot of shit they can’t pay for
Cooler than the beach, fuck the lakeshore
You niggas take six, well I’mma take more
I’m like a virgin dick, I go hard, and I get up in your bitch and boguard (both gone?)
Niggas riding waves without the (shore falls?)
I’mma drown your ass and take your surfboard (PUSSY!)
My shit stink, no cushion Whoopie
Goldberg I beat the track Goldberg
Dusting off my shoulders and keep it moving forward
Nigga sat and playing Madden on the couch, boulder
Slower, you mother fuckers goin’ nowhere
Except for taking Grandma to the store
Turn the television on and check the score
And trail like a tail on a fucking horse

Pusha T - Ooh Lyrics (ft. Tyler, The Creator, Hodgy Beats & Liva Don)

Pusha T - Ooh Lyrics (ft. Tyler, The Creator, Hodgy Beats & Liva Don):

[Verse One - Hodgy Beats]
Prometh flow for the slow sippers
And if you on your paper chasing, I’ma roll with ya
About an onion, it odors a bag of Funyuns
Bitches packaging dozens, fuck ‘em until they malfunction
I laugh my ass off, taking shots like a gunman
I don’t hunt game, muthafucker, I hunt men
Take ‘em to the back of my pick-up truck to rot them
Kill a f-ckin’ superhero, I watch the Watchmen
I’m a super-negro, my watch the rocks in
My Glock that’s cocked, loaded, and ready to lock in
Who’s sending niggas to the dirt? Ostriches
Captain holding them captive fucking hostages
Create carnage from cartridges, eating the heart of pigs
To murder, homicide’s a part to live with that
Grab your Teflon, ammunition, and your gat
Unless you wanna get shitted on like porn scat

[Hook- Pusha T]
Oooh, you ain’t sayin’ nada
Guns drawn, niggas scream opera
38 snub or the chopper
Middle finger goes to the coppers
You better hope the Lord is your doctor
Like, oooh, you ain’t sayin’ nada
Guns drawn, niggas scream, opera
38 snub or the chopper
Middle finger goes to the coppers
You better hope the Lord is your doctor
Like, oooh

[Verse 2 – Pusha T and (Liva Don)]
Hey Hodgy, hey Tyler, don’t mind us
(We kill ‘em all, 50 shots, fuck kindness
In all black Versace dressed in the finest)
We sell it all, even the drugs are designers
Gangsta bitches, Red Monkeys for the ecstasy
(Fuck it, take ‘em all, overdose the recipe
Let them hoes show they true colors) crew lovers
Passed around like a cold (It’s a zoo of us)
Two brothers, add two others just the news of it
Make the net crash, the ultimate “Who done it?”
(And who knew Sarah Palin with the sniff type daughter knocked up
But she was knocking down Glen Rice)
Been nice since the Wolf Gang was baby pups
(Golf Wang full grown, now they crazy fucks)
Add two dope boys known for taping up
(Kick in the door, now the world ain’t safe enough)

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Tyler the Creator]
Spit bars, this hard, teen sixteen bars
I’m fucking the game when its vagina got my dick scarred
Um, sure it’s ‘Preme button up floral
Stack of money, dark shades, looking like a fucking tourist
Or it’s the Tourettes that my fucking neck have
I’m like a average nigga in the 20’s of the 18’s
And I’m not even 20, dropped a classic at my 18
A crazy motherfucker, maybe I should be my stepdad (Come here son)
The wolves finally reconcile
At Interscope office with a bunch of fucking pedophiles
While mouth watering, this shit is sick and fucking vile
Trying to fuck my destiny, they couldn’t find another child
Child