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Tyler, the Creator- Domo 23
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Okonma
Tyler Okonma
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Swag, 2011 Young Nigga Sick to my motherfucking tummy Bitch must think I'm a motherfucking dummy Because I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke Bitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money Popping since Bastard (manager) Clancy's my slave master Thanks to them crackers My pockets are fatter than excess shit that's weighing on Jasper I've never popped a bottle But I've fucked a couple models in Europe Yup, and a couple of them swallowed Meet me half way, bitch I'm going all in And I never pull back, shout-out to my nigga Taco Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang (fuck that) Fuck that (Golf Wang) Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) Fuck that, Golf Wang So, a couple fags threw a little hissfit Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs And said I was a racist homophobic So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing You think I give a fuck? I ain't even stick my dick in yet No homo, too soon And while y'all are rolling doobies I be in my bedroom scoring movies Still excited like a fucking newbie Suck my dick, motherfucker, sue me Mom got a new whip so she could scoop me A year ago, I ain't have no hoopty Four-story home, gotta climb eight set of stairs Just to see where my fucking roof be Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang (fuck that) Fuck that (Golf Wang) Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) Fuck that (Golf Wang) Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) Fuck that, Golf Wang Wait a God damn second I'm tripping balls, David Beckham Would fall 'cause shit's going down Just like Rodney King swimming lessons Now me and Justin smoke sherm And been talking 'bout freeing perms And purchasing weapons Naming them and aim 'em in One Direction (wait a minute) It sounds like midgets in a God damn speaker Anytime you play this shit loud But that's just me trying to get milk now And the grunts of the goddamn cow Hit me on my beeper While Captain suck my Peter Pan camera Repeat procedure And when the beat drop, have a goddamn seizure Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang (fuck that) Fuck that (Golf Wang) Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) Fuck that, (Golf Wang) Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang Fuck that, Golf Wang (fuck that) Fuck that (Golf Wang) Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang) Fuck that, Golf Wang Cut it out I said I didn't want no goddamn lettuce I don't want that shit! I don't want your goddamn lettuce
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