Tamale (Live)

Lyrics

[Intro] Tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale! [Verse 1] They say I've calmed down since the last album Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum Somebody said bands make her dance She thinks you're getting cash, no, bitch, you're dumb The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick Wait, turn this up, bitch, this my jam (Where the drums at?) Here, take a goddamn picture And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nig​ger And while you're at it, pass the lotion And fapping and Xbox Live, that fun Before I cum, I call your sister When she comes over, I take picture Instantly put it on Instagram And suplex her off a building if I get banned [Chorus] Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on A can of beans, bitch, I'm on Your boy is bad to the bone [Verse 2] Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing Then he has to deal with me and my minions Tryna get a Bimmer, E46 Have you heard "48"? Motherfucker, I'm great Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves From cuts for the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please Fuck I look like? Got a new bike Tire never pop like the puss on a butch dyke Think I give a fuck, I do, I go raw Then I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease) My urethra, hole that I pee from Bigger than the obese neck on Aretha Now turn that snare down, I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare On the same damn bus like, "You're going to jail now" [Chorus] Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on A can of beans, bitch, I'm on Your boy is bad to the bone