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ASAP Rocky & Tyler, The Creator – Potato Salad Lyrics

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ASAP Rocky & Tyler, The Creator – Potato Salad Lyrics

Potato Salad by ASAP Rocky & Tyler, The Creator

[Intro – Tyler the Creator]
Now you gonna start me from the top, listen
Shout out Harlem
Shout out ASAP Rocky man
AWGE in the building man
What’s good? Is that potato salad?
Yo listen

[Verse 1 – Tyler the Creator]
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
Got the belt with the holster, I ain’t playing games
But got some lil’ n—-s who would do it, so I pass the controller
Press their neck-x’ed out and tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O’s, whoa
So cut the crap like s–t barbers
Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
N—a we get dollars, give ’em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that’s all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y’all sleeping on me
Explain why they got s–t dreams, I’m alien
Got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my b—h green
No I don’t sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y’all n—-s weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y’all cop kush, my n—a I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap’s and Cole Sprouses, n—a
Where we, Rocky, ASAP, GOLF boy, where we at, n—a in Pari’

[Verse 2 – ASAP Rocky]
F–k clothes I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoe is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball
Face wall when polices come
I don’t rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain’t a , it’s a satchel
Bless at you, nah I ain’t sneeze
But if n—-s want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows don’t clip, you get nip like it’s catfood
That do, when I die they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude this ain’t a purse it’s a satchel
Go to any n—a with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshman in the classes
All the super seniors mumbling and rambling
Mumblin and rapping
Mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an actual
I’m like Shabazz Palaces last acid hit, elaborate
Rap Lab’s labyrinth
Word to ’s Lazarus
Calldrops on the album skits

[Verse 3 – Tyler the Creator]
Ayo
I’m the channel that you watch, I’m the ammo in the Glock
Weird n—a, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my neck boy
You would think that I hate glass homes way I’m handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone, b—h it’s me, f–k you thought
Real grunge n—a, I ain’t got a flannel as the top
And I’m picking up guitar, strum n—a
Bum n—-s wish they could make a Garden Shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I’m a wild n—a boy, and you farmer bred born
You ain’t animal, you are corn

[Outro – Tyler the Creator]
K shiz, what up n—a!

SONG INFO

Produced By: Missy & Kanye West

Recorded At: Paris, France
Released: July 23,
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