Letra de Sucka Free - Tyler, The Creator

(Feat. The Creator)

This that Eastside, Hawthorne, ride down El Segundo to PCH shit

Put your top down, sun beamin', for real, huh

I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, baby

I'm that guy forever

I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, baby

I'm that guy forever (Yeah, ayy)

City back up (Ayy), got my racks up (Ayy, bro)

Baby-blue Bimmer, watch it back up

Got my jewels on, so I'm strapped up

We don't know you, nigga, back up (Uh-huh)

Pockets full of chili like it's hot sauce (Uh-huh)

Niggas actin' silly just to pop off

Hop off my dick, there's some hoes in here

Odd Future, Wolf Gang, all the bros in here

You niggas bums, you never really figured it out

You the type to let a bitch wear her shoe in your house (Hah)

You the type to buy a chain before some furniture, couch

And you the type of nigga never had a fist hit your mouth (Bink-bink-bink, huh)

You ain't got no guap, no paper, ain't no ink

See, I'm that guy, give a fuck what you think (Nigga)

So please keep that weirdo shit from me

I'm just stackin' up my cheese, tryna stay sucker-free

I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, baby

I'm that guy forever

I'm that guy tryna get my paper, baby

I'm that guy forever

I'm stackin' my ones on a Tuesday, I'm gettin' that paper

I'm stackin' my ones on the weekend, I'm gettin' that paper

Bro, all the bums to the back, bitch, I'm dumb to the max

I'm him, I'm that guy, run and tell that

All that street talk corny 'bout rats

Bro, you are a good man, what you know about that, nigga?

Niggas weird and that's on my mommy

Hoes tell, they don't need no lobby

Went the extras, ain't need no hobby

Drop the top, I'm never sloppy

Keep a thumper, brodie

Can you please hop off my bumper, nigga?

I'm that guy (Niggas weird, bro), tryna get my paper, baby

I'm that guy forever

I'm that guy tryna get my paper, baby

I'm that guy forever

I'm stackin' my ones on a Tuesday, I'm gettin' that paper

I'm stackin' my ones on the weekend, I'm gettin' that paper (What y'all niggas on, bro?)

I'm stackin' my ones on a Tuesday, I'm gettin' that paper

I'm stackin' my ones on the weekend, I'm gettin' that paper (Woo)

Mind your business, mind your figures, nigga

Get your paper up and turn the goofy down, for real, bro, hmm (Don't tap the glass)

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