Letra de HOT WIND BLOWS - Tyler, The Creator

(Feat. The Creator, Lil Wayne)

Ladies and gentlemen

We just landed in Geneva

Yeah, that's in Switzerland

We on a yacht

A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream

We all got our toes out, too

Call me when you get lost

I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot

Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurt

Find us, we playin' hide-and-seek with the passports

Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us, yeah

The luggage is pilin', I needed clothes to wear (Woo)

So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair (Yeah)

The Cartier so light on my body, thought I floated here

We boated here, it's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah

Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again, we kissin', dawg

I love when she let me rub her like Michelin (Skrrt, skrrt, facts)

A hundred grand to sleep on the bird, the wings are whistlin' like—

Man, they ain't listenin'

We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it

Keep on stuntin' on these niggas, make 'em sick to they stomach, man (I can't stop it)

Y'all don't understand, fish so fresh that you could taste the sand

Yeah, we gettin' lost but we know who we am (True story)

Bada-bada-bada, somethin'-somethin'-somethin'

Treat that last part like you niggas ain't sayin' nothin'

(Hot wind)

Yeah, haha

You see these excursions right here?

Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz)

Uh (Tunechi)

Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me

Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beef

And I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat

Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me

From y'all to me, brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering

I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet

The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me

Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now

Let's touch down, catch a beat-down like I catch touchdowns

I fuck 'round and slow the beat down and take the drums out

And speed up my flow, I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow

And I'm in need of a flow, might eat me a rapper and I might as well eat me a ho (Oh)

I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', as cold as the devil and demon and ghost

I'ma get even and even, get even some more, it's too late to even get low, baow

Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know, Mula, Weezy the G.O.A.T.

The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mula (Bitch)

(Hot wind)

(All aboard, nigga)

You see

We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake

Of course

Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'

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