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Potato Salad (Explicit)

Tyler, The Creator
2018-09-282:55 minSynced lyrics

"Potato Salad (Explicit)" is a song by Tyler, The Creator, released in 2018 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:55 long and contains 71 lines and 575 words.

Lyrics

0:01You gon' start me from the top? Listen
0:04Shout out Harlem, man
0:05Shout out A$AP Rocky, man
0:07AWGE in the building, man
0:08What's good? Is that potato salad?
0:09Yo, listen
0:10Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
0:13So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
0:16And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
0:19But got some lil' niggas who would do it,
0:20So I pass the controller
0:22You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose
0:24Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
0:28So cut the crap like s**t barbers
0:30'Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
0:32Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
0:35Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
0:38I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
0:41My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
0:43And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
0:47I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
0:50Explain why they got s**t dreams, I'm alien
0:53Got the laser gun with the big beam
0:55Married to the money, my b*tch green
0:57No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
1:00Y'all niggas weak
1:01They thought I was goofy and all mouses
1:04Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
1:07Y'all cop kush, my n***a I cop houses
1:09And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga
1:13Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, n***a in Pari'
1:18F**k clothes I cop pieces
1:20Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
1:23Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
1:25Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
1:28Bass all in the speakers
1:30In the field like baseball, play ball
1:32Face wall when polices come
1:34I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel
1:37And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel
1:39Bless at you, nah I ain't sneeze
1:42But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
1:44Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
1:47If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's catfood
1:50That dude, when I die they gotta make a statue
1:53Bad attitude this ain't a purse it's a satchel
1:56Go to any n***a with money up in my bracket
1:59Then I think about the state of rapping
2:01All the freshmans in the classes
2:02All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
2:05Mumblin and rappin'
2:06Mumble rapping?
2:07I find it hard to find actual talent
2:09I find it hard to find a actual challenge
2:11I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
2:14Rap Lab's labyrinth
2:16Word to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth
2:18Calldrops on the album skits (Ayo)
2:19I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
2:22Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
2:25And based on my neck boy
2:27You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
2:30Who cast the first stone? B*tch it's me, f**k you thought?
2:33Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
2:36And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga
2:38Bum niggas wish they could make a Garden Shed
2:41But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
2:44I'm a wild n***a boy, and you farmer bred born
2:47You ain't animal, you are corn
2:50Haha, yea, hahahahaha
2:55K shiz, what up nigga!
You gon' start me from the top? Listen
Shout out Harlem, man
Shout out A$AP Rocky, man
AWGE in the building, man
What's good? Is that potato salad?
Yo, listen
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it,
So I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like s**t barbers
'Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got s**t dreams, I'm alien
Got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my b*tch green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my n***a I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, n***a in Pari'
F**k clothes I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball
Face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel
Bless at you, nah I ain't sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's catfood
That dude, when I die they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude this ain't a purse it's a satchel
Go to any n***a with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmans in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin and rappin'
Mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find a actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap Lab's labyrinth
Word to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth
Calldrops on the album skits (Ayo)
I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? B*tch it's me, f**k you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a Garden Shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a wild n***a boy, and you farmer bred born
You ain't animal, you are corn
Haha, yea, hahahahaha
K shiz, what up nigga!

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