Don't Tap That Glass / Tweakin'
کاور آهنگ Don't Tap That Glass / Tweakin' از Tyler, The Creator

Don't Tap That Glass / Tweakin'

DON'T TAP THE GLASS۱۴۰۴۳:۴۲

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Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass

Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass

There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass

Don't tap that glass, baby, don't tap that glass

Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass

Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glass

There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass

Don't tap that glass, baby

Don't tap

Bling, bling, bling, bling, bow

Michael Jordan eyes, neck yellow, look like bing, bow

If it's feelin' weird, pull the beam out like bing, bow

King Kong, baby, chow down on that penile

All these niggas wanna be me now

So much snot in my pocket, bro, I need a tissue

Niggas think they Rolling Stone, we can press the issue

Every curly-haired bitch in LA, I done had

Got the F40 on the 405 throwin' ass

Brodie got his bitch took

Brodie got his head bust

Brodie got his chain snatched

Brodie, we be fed up

Wе told you, you ain't wanna listen

Now you lookin' like a victim

Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up

Nigga, gеt a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up

Niggas talkin' down on the squad, we turn it up

Nigga, honestly, baby, I don't give a fuck

Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass

Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glass

There's a monster in it, rah-tah-tah-tah

Don't tap that glass, baby, don't tap that glass, huh

Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass

Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glass

There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass

Don't tap that

What the damn

Bro

Nigga said I lost touch with the regular folks

I ain't never been regular, you niggas is jokes

What that vest gon' do, boy?

I aim at the throat

Got a pocket full of snot, but your spirit is broke, like (bitch!)

Forty-nine, still in the street, like (bitch!)

Your prostate exam in a week, like (bitch!)

Nigga trauma bomb off the hate

I got hugs in my home, bitch

I cannot relate, ugh

Hey, baby wanna know what I might do

That's about nine inches long if I like you

You can get a workout

Not in the gym, bitch

You ain't gotta lie

We can smell the Ozempic

Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up

Nigga, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up

Niggas talkin' down on the squad, we turn it up

Nigga, honestly, baby, I don't give a fuck

Don't tap the glass

Bro

Bro

Call my mama, nigga

Bro

Huh, huh

Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh

Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh

Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh

Bro, I'm tweakin', huh, huh

Catch your breath, bitch

Catch your breath, bitch

Catch your breath, bitch

Catch your breath, bitch

Bro, I'm trippin', toes tied

Call my mama, four, five

Six nights at Crypto

Shit, I should've did SoFi

I'm an old soul, I'm a 38 Special

Feel like Detroit Red before he went mecca

Black girl prom night, hair, I'll press you

Shit goin' up like granny blood pressure

About that guap, about that guap

About that guap, about cha-ching

About that guap, about that guap

About that bread, about chili

Feel like Slick Rick

Neck look like when you stare in the sun too goddamn long

I fucked her and her friend, her friend, her nigga, and his bitch

I know I'm wrong

Goddamn

Ten, twenty, thirty

Forty, fifty, tickets, on me

I'm in Atlanta with both off Peachtree

Baby blue Bimmer go beep beep

I'm not really pussy, I'm fee fee

That thriller right on me like hee-hee

Tweakin', huh, huh

Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh (fonky-ass bitch)

Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh

Bitch, I'm ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Catch your breath, bitch

Catch your breath, bitch

Catch your breath, bitch

Catch your breath, bitch

Bitch, I'm tweakin'