Tonalité : B major•
Verse 1
B
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
A#
They say I've calmed
Verse 2
A#m
down
A#
since the last album
D#
B
Well, lick my dick,
D#m
B
how does that sound? Um
D#
B
D#
B
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
D#
And I don't give a shit,
bend my rectum
Eb
Bb
Somebody said bands make her dance
Eb
B
You think you're getting cash,
no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're
gonna get is this dick
Bb
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam,
B
(Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's
a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
Fm
C
B
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her
Verse 3
off a building if I get banned
B
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
G
B
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Cm
C
B
Can't agree bitch I'm on,
your boy is bad to the bone
Verse 4
B
Bring back the horns that
was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that
I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with
me and my minions
Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
Have you heard
A#
48, motherfucka I'm great
B
Golf Wang prints always
cover the sleeves
A#
From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause
B
G#
Fm
he's puffin' the trees, please
B
E
G#
Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
B
Never popped like the pussy
on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like
(Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack
on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare
A#
on the same damn bus
Verse 5
Like "you're going to jail now!"
G
B
G
B
G
B
Ta male! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
G
B
G
B
Why y'all so salty,
Cm
Fm
I do molly and zone
C
Fm
Can't agree bitch I'm on,
Ab
G
Eb
your boy is bad to the bone
Verse 6
D#
A#
B
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
A#
B
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions,
E
B
(Can you kick it?)
G
Yes I can sir
B
Where the lump is sicker than
Am
the last bar bold-er
B
I'm I'm a C.O. Colorado,
Am
fuck Michael bitch I'm badder than my B.O.
F#
B
Find me and Lance tryna
dance during chemo
A#m
A#
Before they repossess our
B
G#
B
strong arm bands and tuxedos
Verse 7
G
B
G
Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
B
G
Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you,
B
Cm
G
B
na na na na na na
Why y'all so salty
G#
Fm
I do molly and zone
C
B
Can't agree, bitch I'm on
Fm
G#
B
Your boy is bad to the bone
Verse 8
B
D#m
How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Fm
Well if I has a dick,
they be two's and sixes
E
And tell the NRA I'm about
to lose my shit
C#m
D#m
D#
Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's
hair with a crucifix
D#m
B
How many ladies in the house?
D#m
How many ladies in the house
B
without a rich nigga, huh?
Verse 9
B
G#
B
G#
A little Jergens in
my palm for the jerkin'
D#m
Fm
Hope my mom don't catch me,
tryna set mood
B
C#m
Little Redtube, fuck lotion,
D#m
D#
I don't need lub e, dry fit suits me
B
D
Up and down, friction with the sound,
shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline,
Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
Outro 1
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