เนื้อเพลง Tina - Tyler, the Creator

N*ggas at the f*ckin' mall, n*ggas where my f*ckin' drawers?
Think I'm happy? Think I'm sad? B*tch you f*ckin' know my dad
He wears his pants up in his ass, touch his ass, grab his d*ck
You's a fag, you like that sh*t, O.F. is the f*ckin' clique
I'm goin' off the top of the brain
N*gga don't know how to rap but I'm in the game
F*ck that sh*t, I don't give a f*ck
I'm back up in the f*ckin' club, n*ggas know I'm at the mall
Eatin' chips with my drawers, how you doing? How you fall?

Swag, swag, swag, swag
Tina perm your f*ckin' weave

Eat my ass, lick my balls
B*tch I'm in the f*ckin' mall, with my n*ggas eatin' ham
B*tch I got that f*ckin' swag, you don't know my f*ckin' dad
I don't know my f*ckin' dad, what is this a f*ckin' purse?
I ain't f*ckin' Mexican, but we can have sex again
With your sister with no rubber (Alexis' real name is Alex)
What the f*ck? That's your f*ckin' brother? I ain't with that jerkin' sh*t
Unless it's Steve Harvey's buff sister tryna jerk my d*ck

Swag, swag, swag, swag
Tina perm your f*ckin' weave

I'm with your girlfriend eatin' chips
Mmm, stop the beat, b*tch..
Alright, yeah, n*gga, I was in the mall
With my n*ggas bustin' triggers, yeah, swag

Swag, swag, swag, swag
Tina perm your f*ckin' weave

B*tches, hoes, weaves, leather jackets
B*tches, weaves, hoes, leather jackets
B*tches, weaves, hoes, swag