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Bài hát rusty do ca sĩ Tyler, The Creator, Domo Genesis, Earl Sweatshirt thuộc thể loại R&b/hip Hop/rap. Tìm loi bai hat rusty - Tyler, The Creator, Domo Genesis, Earl Sweatshirt ngay trên Nhaccuatui. Nghe bài hát Rusty chất lượng cao 320 kbps lossless miễn phí.
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Lời bài hát: Rusty

Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu

I'm sayin', you know, like, all I ever told you to do is grow up, don't go down, you know, like, oh, you know, grow up, don't go down, grow out, you go from bein' a kid to doin' your thing, hang out with your friends, runs lazy, world famous, your gay rights activist, you don't even know it, you know what, I don't wanna say it to you no more, Kyler, *** you, Kyler Watch me get this money, nigga, tired of bein' hungry, nigga, nothin' funny, sass me while I'm thrashin', I'm a punchin' nigga, never made of plastic, I'm a savage, you look lunch, my nigga, passin' all you hatin' ***in' facts, we don't discuss, my nigga, we ain't on no jolly *** and we don't pop no mollies, bitch, I'm hockin', spittin', got some niggas out here boppin' ollie, sweat, bunch of novices, high future, the squad is thick, them young niggas is backin', brash attackin' with no common sense, we the last of a dyin' breed, and we don't give a ***, so we cannot supply your needs, them stupid niggas who act sad are hype as dyin' bleeds, my pocket solid, makin' profit off the highest tees, bitch, merch twerk as I get on the verse, cursin', nigga, I'm so cool, I refer him in third person, watch me get this money, I'm up when the birds chirpin', make actions, *** rehearsin', nigga, summer, fall, wintertime, 24 through 65, you niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time, flyin' out at any time, gettin' money, any grind, you niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine, summer, fall, wintertime, 24 through 65, you niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time, flyin' out at any time, gettin' money, any grind, you niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine, in a world where kids my age are poppin' mollies with leather, sittin' on tumblr, never outside, don't enjoyin' the weather, can name a sweater, but not a talent, or don't know if whether or not they got one, try to change their life for the better, I was a drama club kid, I run with the fundin', my nuts itched, I was defiant, always said, *** ***, hated the popular ones, now I'm the popular one, also hated homes too, till I start coppin' me some, see I don't bees in a trap nigga, I bees in the bees, and I be gassin' up my bloods like some bees at a shell, ***in' sick and gettin' bigger like I sneezed on Adele, and bitches gettin' touchy-feely like they readin' some Braille, I bust quick like gun holders with short tempers and well, I try to tell the kids like, ***in' start bein' yourself, these ***in' rappers got stylists cause they can't think for themselves, see they don't have an identity, so they needed some help, but, really boy, poses lookin' silly, boy, I'm in that past season, cream *** older than titty, boy, not a ***, but same with ice cream, my *** is Deedee Reeves, not Killsmith, Trans World, page 64, poppin' like oil ollies and fire flames, I'm harder than DJ Khaled playin' the ***in' quiet game, the *** am I sayin', Tyler's not even a violent name, I'm about as threatening as stained windbreakers and hurricanes, but, he rapes women and spit wrong like he hate Dennis, goddamn men is 666 and he's not finished, and when ***'s missing, he hates women, but love kiddies, see, y'all niggas trippin', man, look at that article that says my subject matter is wrong, saying I hate gays even though Frank is on ten of my songs, look at that mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge against me, though I'm the reason that her mother***in' son got to eat, look at the kid who had the nine and tried to blow out his mind, but talk is money, I said, hi, I guess I bought him some time, look at the ones in the crowd, that *** is barnacles, huh, they thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival, huh, but, then again, I'm an atheist that just worships Satan, and it's probably why I'm not gettin' no ***in' album placements, and MTV could ***, and I ain't ***in' playin', bro, they never playin' it, I just want *** for they ***in' ratings, analog fans are gettin' sick of the rape, Auditron cap bands are gettin' sick of the lakes, but what about me, bitch, I'm gettin' sick of complaints, but I don't hate it when I'm takin' daily trips to the bank, over and over, ***, who really gives a *** what I think, my fans, don't they turnin' on me, ***, they almost extinct, *** my studio time, I'ma go purchase a shrink, record the session and say, send all you mother***ers a link, bitch Niggas, summer, fall, wintertime, 24365, you niggas gon' get me mine, I don't have plenty time flyin' out at any time, gettin' money any time, grind, you niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine, summer, fall, wintertime, 24365, you niggas gon' give me mine, cause I don't have plenty time flyin' out at any time, gettin money any time, grind, you niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine This *** just like the nights I look forward to not rememberin', so much for bein' sober, I hope that you can forgive me, but mama, I'm close to the edge as possible, all I'm seein' is a drop in my ocular, jumpin' like they told me that before they tap off, like you know that cliff, don't need a therapist to tell him he can float that ***, I'll be compared to ***in' Pear with all the program kids, this may be a pair of pale bitches for the gonads, look, my liquor fillin' me up, and all us not givin' no ***s, and all of them sensitive chumps, and all with that pistol, you best know I got one nigga, and that son be raw till his wrists in the cuffs, bitch, you gotta think with me

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