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2SEATER (feat. Aaron Shaw, Samantha Nelson, and Austin Feinstein)

Artist:Tyler, The Creator  Album:Cherry Bomb  Composer:Tyler Okonma 

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We can speed in my 2 seater Girl I got a 2 seater Speed in my 2 seater In my 2 seater About a hundred on Fax and it's easy to stop You see my shit isn't stock I used to piss in a pot and now I piss on the walls Since I pissed off a cop a couple tickets I have copped But I can pay for them all And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball A 92 but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned And If I crash in the woods then I'ma follow with this Like you're tryna get stick or automatic you pick Shit is static as shit, sure my shit is a M Might get that X6 and don't follow, exit him Might take back street hidden House got all sports cars like heres the watches, Gym Two sapphires on your neck thats his precious gems Now AMG it's in boy I will eat him Benz New engine you got that old shit with those deep rims You got a warranty don't care if you scratchin rims again We can speed in my 2 seater Girl I got a 2 seater Speed in my 2 seater In my 2 seater Sit in my passenger seat You tell me I got too much speed And I should slow, I should slow down But I can't, cause you drive me wild Girl I get a rush When we're speeding in my car Sometimes it's too much And you can feel the wind in my heart Girl I get a rush When we're speeding in my car Sometimes it's too much I know some dudes that would find you That carry rugers and shottas And fucking shoot at your Honda Then fucking zoom out in Mazdas Them GOLF boys is bad for you like the food from McDonalds Boy I'm a king and I ain't lying boy hakuna matata Better watch for them hyenas if they flex than it's on Cashing so many checks there calling him Tyler O-Comma I'm tryna ball like I was Domo Okonma but oh nada Probably September.... Boy I'm just rhyming these syllables, suck my genitals Album cover looking like the mask of the timberwolves State park at Pemberton Hoping that I ditched the cords and go pick up the pen again Cause I kill the dark shit like I'm motherfucking Zimmerman Turn around and lose pounds like I'm fucking Timbaland By pounds, I mean in(beep) Give it till he cop brick like a wall with pig in it And money coming out the blue Like cops are changing fits or shit I'm killin' it Back when left brain had the hightop fade And we would go skate on them concrete waves And now I switch gears


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