Letra de Don’t Tap That Glass / Tweakin’ - Tyler, The Creator

(Feat. The Creator)

Ayy

Huh, uh

Ayy, uh, ayy, uh, ayy, uh

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 (Bro)

Don't tap that glass, baby (Bro), don't tap that glass (Huh)

Don't tap that glass (Baby), don't tap that glass (Baby)

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

There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Nigga, nigga)

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

Bling, bling, bling, bling, baow

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

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

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 must be fed up (Nigga)

We told you, you ain't wanna listen

Now you lookin' like a victim

Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up (Uh)

Nigga, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up (Uh)

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

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 (Baby), don't tap that glass (Baby)

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

There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Nigga, nigga)

Don't tap that— what the damn— bro

Nigga said I lost touch with the regular folks (Shit)

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

What that vest gon' do, boy? I aim at the throat (Damn)

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)

Niggas trauma bond 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 (Uh)

Nigga, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up (Uh)

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

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 (Nigga)

Catch your breath, bitch

Bro, I'm trippin', toes tied

Call my mama, four, five

Six nights at Crypto

Shit, I should have did SoFi

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

Feel like Detroit Red 'fore 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 (Uh), twenty (Uh), thirty (Uh)

Forty (Uh), fifty (Uh), tickets (Uh), on me (Uh)

I'm in Atlanta with Boat 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 (Funky-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'

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