Potato Salad Tyler The Creator Lyrics” sung by ASAP Rocky, Tyler, The Creator represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Potato Salad by ASAP Rocky, Tyler, The Creator.

Potato Salad Tyler The Creator Lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Yo, now 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

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
N^^gas 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’ n^^gas 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
N^^ga 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 joystick, 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^^ch green
No I don’t sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y’all n^^gas 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^^ga I cop houses
And fill ’em with some Leo DiCap’s and some Cole Sprouses, n^^ga
Where we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? N^^ga in Paris

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
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 (At you)
Bless, at you, nah, I ain’t sneeze
But if n^^gas 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 cat food
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^^ga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmens 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 an actual challenge
I’m like Shabazz Palace’s last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab’s labyrinth, word to Kodak’s Black’s Lazarus
“CALLDROPS” on the album skits

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Ayo, I’m the channel that you watch, I’m the ammo in the Glock
Weird n^^ga, 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^^ch, it’s me, f^^k you thought?
Real grunge n^^ga, I ain’t got a flannel as the top
And I’m picking up guitar, strum n^^ga
Bum n^^gas wish they could make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I’m a wild n^^ga boy and you farmer bred, born
You ain’t animal, you are, corn, hahaha, yeah!

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
K shiz, what up, n^^ga!

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