parking lot lyrics – tyler the creator

[verse 1: tyler, the creator]
tall ugly n*gg* with lips bigger than tigger,
only blue print on these vans like i don’t listen to jigger, (uhh),
cotton-picking n*gg*r, golf wang season sicker than the block,
(?) and skateshops, where wolves deal ‘em, (uhh),
workshop is awesome, ask (?) and let’s pretend like,
i’m not making dollar bill withers on these f*cking stickers, (uhm),
pulling down my zipper and she quick to say she doesn’t suck,
b*tch, cut the cr*p like dyk* booty when they scissor, (uhh)
pink haired mrs, i’m her mister, sipping slurpees, bag of chips,
now show your t*ts for mister fuji, take a picture, (uhh),
of is popping like a blister, need some listerine,
spitting got us balling like we mr. clean’s sister, (uhh),
sick of being black, sipping paint thinner, (?),
plotting on the babysitter before dinner, and hopefully i get her, if i don’t, f*ck it then, see i never simp son, pull the opposite of smithers, i’m done b*tch

[hook: casey veggies & tyler, the creator]
until the ozone leaves and the earth is hot,
loiter squad lurking in the parking lot,
the moon not working and the stars align,
i stay golden, y’all thought i was out my mind,
loiter squad lurking in the parking lot,
loiter squad lurking in the parking lot,
loiter squad lurking in the parking lot

[verse 2: tyler, the creator]
(somebody told me…)
i had a decline in the buzz, not a shocker bruh, i had the stun gun in my b*m,
and when i drop sh*t you better have a towel and a sponge,
and ask why b*tch, i eat a ton bucket of chum,
in bikini bottom, i am the biggest problem,
this sh*t fishy n*gg*s dip like we were set in harlem,
eaters turn them into nuggets like carmelo anthon(y),
we just sit and burn sh*t just like my f*cking anthem

[verse 3: mike g]
i’m like goals, those is something you have to stand to reach,
my campaign speech elect me, commander in chief,
respect to me is ever minor, appearances cause m*ss hysteria,
but i’m still uncomparable, i’m like the face of america,
i’m the amb*ssador from a land made of gold,
i’m a f*ckin’ centerfold, i’m somethin’ to behold,
i can kill a hundred shows, take on for the road,
i’m results of putting persistent pressure on coals


[verse 4: tyler, the creator]
it’s a dog eat dog world, don’t get bit bruh,
a son of a b*tch i am, yup, i’m a sick pup,
(i thought that you were nice)
yeah i am sl*t,
i’m also half *ss a racist who hates n*gg*s, yep i’m a mixed mutt
preme is the top bunk, green is the pillow case,
golf is the bedsheets, (hat and my t-shirt),
trashwang sticker on that (?),
(?) with the box, and i murder with the pen,
it’s bimmer boy’s boy never swerving in the benz,
i’m listening to dead sam demos on the ten,
can i get a medium with cheese and bacon?

it’s loiter squad n*gg*…
f*cking loiter squad…

/ tyler the creator lyrics