Tyler The Creator Okra Lyrics
OKRA by Tyler, The Creator
And let it go (Ayo) I cut off some friends, where they go (Did this shit in one take, ayo) I stick to the plan, that's the goal (ayy we got that 5 shit nigga) Fuck these niggas man
Check my bankroll, ayo 400K for vehicle Paintjob look like ashy ankles on Django Interior look mango, shotgun grape, he look like mayo Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp We aim at dorks, get out the way, yo Keep them bucks in banks like Yayo Swampy niggas out the bayou, pockets flooded y'all be dilute Watered down, I'm Big Mac, I'm quarter pound, you chicken nugget Fuck it, travel bag Balenciaga, 30, 000 just for luggage Financial advisor buggin', Flower Boy is buzzin' Grammy-nominated, tell yo cousin ain't nobody fuckin' with him
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Uno the shoe, red with the blue Look like a flag what the fuck it do Golf be the set, no more OF Like Ron Artest bitch we aim for your neck Give a fuck about you or your respect, yeah that way Fuck your accolades but I made the cut like I pack a blade You could call me brush, I've been makin' waves Since Ashley Banks' cousin had a fade but that's '92, I'm '91 Watts Riot in my blood, nigga what's up And that pussy pink like the drink in my cup Lemonade, yeah it's Minute Maid, I been gettin' paid Pockets gainin' weight Your bank statements on Mary Kate, but that's up to you
Photos Man, now they go I cut off some friends, where they go I stick to the plan, that's the goal Fuck these (ayo) niggas man, that's for sure
Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me, skin glowin', clear of acne Diamonds see-through, so holographic Red Ones look like Aidan Mackey, spent dinero like Taxi Driver Handmade is that thing with tires but I rode the bike And Vill tail behind me And he got the Cannon like he bagged Mariah Yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation And my bitch mixed like jambalaya Man fuck with the fam, we in Japan Bitch you're a bum, see you don't understand Yeah, I cut off some friends T, where you been? Bitch I'm in Bel-Air, been lookin' for land Need a spot in the hills, not the beach, need a pool Just to cool it, I do need the grass, not the sand Got enough rocks, see, check my hand And I got crack, watch how I talk And it's still Wolf Gang, bitch, watch how I bark Wallace still trippin' on shit that I bought But, I really do not care the cost 'cause okra
Man, now they go I cut off some friends
Check my bankroll, ayo 400K for vehicle Paintjob look like ashy ankles on Django Interior look mango, shotgun grape, he look like mayo Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp We aim at dorks, get out the way, yo Keep them bucks in banks like Yayo Swampy niggas out the bayou, pockets flooded y'all be dilute Watered down, I'm Big Mac, I'm quarter pound, you chicken nugget Fuck it, travel bag Balenciaga, 30, 000 just for luggage Financial advisor buggin', Flower Boy is buzzin' Grammy-nominated, tell yo cousin ain't nobody fuckin' with him
Related 23 One Hit Wonders You Still Can't Get Out Of Your Head Cardi B's Debut Album 'Invasion of Privacy' Is Out Next Week Listen To Taylor Swift's New Song 'Call It What You Want' Man, now they go I cut off some friends, where they go I stick to the plan, that's the goal Fuck these niggas man, that's for sure
Uno the shoe, red with the blue Look like a flag what the fuck it do Golf be the set, no more OF Like Ron Artest bitch we aim for your neck Give a fuck about you or your respect, yeah that way Fuck your accolades but I made the cut like I pack a blade You could call me brush, I've been makin' waves Since Ashley Banks' cousin had a fade but that's '92, I'm '91 Watts Riot in my blood, nigga what's up And that pussy pink like the drink in my cup Lemonade, yeah it's Minute Maid, I been gettin' paid Pockets gainin' weight Your bank statements on Mary Kate, but that's up to you
Photos Man, now they go I cut off some friends, where they go I stick to the plan, that's the goal Fuck these (ayo) niggas man, that's for sure
Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me, skin glowin', clear of acne Diamonds see-through, so holographic Red Ones look like Aidan Mackey, spent dinero like Taxi Driver Handmade is that thing with tires but I rode the bike And Vill tail behind me And he got the Cannon like he bagged Mariah Yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation And my bitch mixed like jambalaya Man fuck with the fam, we in Japan Bitch you're a bum, see you don't understand Yeah, I cut off some friends T, where you been? Bitch I'm in Bel-Air, been lookin' for land Need a spot in the hills, not the beach, need a pool Just to cool it, I do need the grass, not the sand Got enough rocks, see, check my hand And I got crack, watch how I talk And it's still Wolf Gang, bitch, watch how I bark Wallace still trippin' on shit that I bought But, I really do not care the cost 'cause okra
Man, now they go I cut off some friends