Lumberjack – Tyler the Creator lyrics

Lyrics Lumberjack – Tyler the Creator

Lumberjack lyrics
Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out
Shoutout to my mother and my father, didn’t pull out
MSG sell out, fuck these niggas yap ’bout?
Whips on whips, my ancestors got they backs out
Two, four, five hundred stacks for the hood (I dare you, nigga)
Call me lumberjack ’cause I wish a nigga would race
She went like “Ah, this the wish-a-nigga-could face”
They ain’t gettin’ paper like they should, wait
(You niggas woulda, coulda, shoulda, oh, shit)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
Niggas ain’t really on the type of shit he on
I hit Drizzy and told him I had a milli’ for him (Oh shit)
I own my companies full, told ’em to keep the loan
I took the gold bitch home, niggas is big mad
I put that bitch on the shelf to let it ventilate
And bought another car ’cause I ain’t know how to celebrate (Top shelf, nigga)
That big boy, that big bitch for all weather
It never rain in Cali’, came with an umbrella

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out (Man, what the fuck?)
Shoutout to my mother and my father, didn’t pull out
MSG sell out, fuck these niggas yap ’bout? (Sold out)
Good credit score, this card really can’t max out
Two, four, five hundred stacks for the hood
Call me lumberjack ’cause I wish a nigga would race
Nigga this the face, man I wish a nigga (It’s the face)
It’s different, it’s really different (Catch up, niggas)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
Ayo, I might sled in Utah, LA too warm
My nigga tall, look like a bitch, I call him Mulan
Salad colored emerald on finger, the size of croutons
Niggas cannot fuck with the form of true magic, new wand
That’s my nuance, used to be the weirdo
Used to laugh at me, listen to me with their ears closed
Used to treat me like that boy from Malcolm in the Middle (Why I’m motherfuckin’ rich)
Now I’m zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero (Not six)

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
Rolls-Royce pull up (Zeros), Black boy hop out (Not seven)
Nah, I can’t take this shit no more, man, I quit
That’s it, I quit, I swear to God nigga
(Fuck niggas is talking to me about?)
Quality Wednesday music
Wish-a-nigga-could face
(All storms is cloudy, nigga) Oh yeah, you asked for it
(Fuckin’ crumbs) Wish-a-nigga-would face
Fuck you mean niggaaa?

Lumberjack – Tyler the Creator lyrics
Lumberjack - Tyler the Creator
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