Tag: GRAMMY

Tyler, The Creator – SAFARI Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama & Tyler, The Creator]
Destination: remote
We done been everywhere
Only thing we ain’t traveled
Is time (Yo)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
The boy records smell like bleach
I can travel where I want
I’m accustomed clearin’ customs
It ain’t custom, I don’t come
Flee the bird to the truck
I said “au revoir” to the stewardess
Border control, that’s some stupid shit
Stayin’ at home, I hate
Runaway love but I’m no Ludacris
Sippin’ on mint tea, take my shoes off
Then we take off then I snooze off
Until I land where I’m foreign
And I wake up, have to droop off
Got my passport in my weak hand
I’ma cool off, get a sweet tan
Loafers filled with beach sand
We climbed ’til we found the peace sign
Fuck all the checks and the calls, get a passport
See the world, open your eyes ’til your back hurt
Niggas get bread and won’t leave, shit is backwards
Start with your feet then a car then a airport
Get our your bubble gum
Blow up horizons, sun
Sled in the Alps or go tube in Missoula
Or tour in Japan or go scuba in Cuba
Or land in a borough, Gerard got the brioche
Ciabatta in Como, it matches my peacoat
Oversee the sea, all the things that you could see
Like them languages I speak, out in Paris for a week
Take my nephews out to Nice, they like “Who?” I’m like, “Oui,” ha

[Break: DJ Drama & Tyler, The Creator]
Legendary (Find me)
World-renowned
Globally recognized
Catch us if you can (Baby, you should find me)
Are you keepin’ up? (Find)
Once in a lifetime (Baby, you should find me)
This what it sounds like when the moon and the sun collide
Speakin’ matter-of-factly (Baby, you should find me)
We’re just light years ahead (You said that it was you I saw with another in my place)
Yeah

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Every car retarded, the garage look like a loony bin
What coupe he in depends on the fit and the type of mood he in (Ugh)
I been switchin’ gears since Tracee Ellis Ross was UPN
Clutched then he stroked, got to know her like a droopy grin (Ugh)
Huh, took that GRAMMY home, couldn’t lose again
The suit was so sharp that it could get Medusa coochie trim (Ugh)
Hov talkin’ ’bout a hundred million, nigga, loop me in
Like who that young, rich, handsome nigga with the gooey skin? (Ugh)
Mama named him Tyler and his brothers call him T
And the bank, they call him when that wire clear like season three or somethin’ (Ugh)
Skateboard named him Bunnyhop, it’s Baudelaire Wolfie though
The felines name him Al for how long he eat the— (Pussy) wait a minute (Ugh)
Pink loafers scuff quickly, Fiat cost a buck sixty
I’ll keep it a buck fifty, y’all can’t really fuck with me (Ugh)
Bitch, I got the fuzz and I’ma own it ’til they bury him
Only twenty-nine but I’ve been focused since thirty M (Ugh)

[Outro: DJ Drama & Tyler, The Creator]
Wolf
Call me if you get lost (Gangsta Grillz)
And like that (Uh), we gone

Danny Wolf & Lil Baby – Slidin Lyrics

[Intro]
Danny, I see you

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
They know we gon’ fuck ’em up, they don’t come outside
Everybody know it’s up, we can’t let it slide
I don’t call the bro for none, they already run
You know not let go for none, soon they’ll be cryin’
Imma cash out before I crash out
All my whips came white and black and I’m a cash cow
Know I started in the back, I’m on they ass now
Brand new titties got some ass she actin’ bad now

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
All we gettin’ my [?] shit, I swear I’m poppin’ shit
I hid pounds inside the dorm, I’m fuckin’ with this college bitch
Got too many cars in ages, know I got a lot of whips
I keep switchin’ up my changes, know I got a lot of shit
Boy, I’ve been a time in my game up, I got a lot to say
I know bro’ them gon’ ridе for me, that’s why I’m dyin’ with ’em
I turned up all my young niggas likе come and sign with me
Ain’t gon’ never get up and walk away, I got too much time in it

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
They know we gon’ fuck ’em up, they don’t come outside
Everybody know it’s up, we can’t let it slide
I don’t call the bro for none, they already run
You know not let go for none, soon they’ll be cryin’
Imma cash out before I crash out
All my whips came white and black and I’m a cash cow
Know I started in the back, I’m on they ass now
Brand new titties got some ass she actin’ bad now

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Bitch, please
I get paid like I’m the running back, I’m in the big league
He know he a rat, he can’t come back, he gon’ get swiss cheese
Doughnuts going up the streets, I use to ride a ten speed
Big rocks in my Audemars, this bitch costs like 80 Gs
This ain’t make, believe, we make shit look easy
Bro was gettin’ them pounds in by the acre we create the season
You got the same shit that I got, but that don’t make us even
I got a whole lotta spots that I don’t never sleep in
Drop a fifty on that nigga, they gon’ creep
My lil’ dog got two live sentences, I know it’s hard for him to eat
Break your heart, I make it hard for you to sleep
Nah I’m playin’, bae
Can’t believe I lost a couple million dollars on GRAMMY’s day

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
They know we gon’ fuck ’em up, they don’t come outside
Everybody know it’s up, we can’t let it slide
I don’t call the bro for none, they already run
You know not let go for none, soon they’ll be cryin’
Imma cash out before I crash out
All my whips came white and black and I’m a cash cow
Know I started in the back, I’m on they ass now
Brand new titties got some ass she actin’ bad now