Lirik Lagu Don't Tap That Glass / Tweakin' - Tyler, The Creator
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AyyHuh, uhAyy, uh, ayy, uh, ayy, uh
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glassDon't tap that glass, don't tap that glassThere's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Bro)Don't tap that glass, baby (Bro), don't tap that glass (Huh)Don't tap that glass (Baby), don't tap that glass (Baby)Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glassThere's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Nigga, nigga)Don't tap that glass, baby, don't tap—
Bling, bling, bling, bling, baowMichael Jordan eyes, neck yellow, look like bing, baowIf it's feelin' weird, pull the beam out like bing, baowKing Kong, baby, chow down on that Me-MowAll these niggas wanna be me nowSo much snot in my pocket, bro, I need a tissueNiggas think they Rolling Stone, we can press the issueEvery curly-hair bitch in LA, I done hadGot the F40 on the 405 throwin' assBrodie got his bitch took, brodie got his head bustBrodie got his chain snatched, brodie, we be fed up (Nigga)We told you, you ain't wanna listenNow you lookin' like a victim
Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up (Uh)Nigga, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up (Uh)Niggas talkin' down on the squad, we turn it up (Uh)Nigga, honestly, baby, I don't give a fuck
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glassDon't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glassThere's a monster in it, rah-tah-tah-tahDon't tap that glass, baby, tap that glass, huhDon't tap that glass (Baby), don't tap that glass (Baby)Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glassThere's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Nigga, nigga)Don't tap that— what the damn— bro
Nigga said I lost touch with the regular folks (Shit)I ain't never been regular, you niggas is jokes (Funny)What that vest gon' do, boy? I aim at the throat (Damn)Got a pocket full of snot, but your spirit is broke, like (Bitch)Forty-nine, still in the street, like (Bitch)Your prostate exam in a week, like (Bitch)Nigga shot my bomb off the hateI got hugs in my home, bitch, I cannot relate, ughHey, baby wanna know what I might doThat's about nine inches long if I like youYou can get a workout, not in the gym, bitchYou ain't gotta lie, we can smell the Ozempic
Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up (Uh)Nigga, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up (Uh)Niggas talkin' down on the squad, we turn it up (Uh)Nigga, honestly, baby, I don't give a fuck
Don't tap the glass
["Tweakin'"]
BroBroCall my mama, niggaBroHuh, huh
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huhBitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huhBitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huhBro, I'm tweakin', huh, huhCatch your breath, bitchCatch your breath, bitchCatch your breath, bitch (Nigga)Catch your breath, bitch
Bro, I'm trippin', toes tiedCall my mama, 4-5Six nights at CryptoShit, I should have did SoFiI'm an old soul, I'm a 38 SpecialFeel like Detroit, red forty-one mechaBlacked-out prom night, hair, I'll press youShit goin' up like granny blood pressureAbout that guap, about that guapAbout that guap, about cha-chingAbout that guap, about that guapAbout that bread, about chiliFeel like Slick Rick, neck look like when you stare in the sun too goddamn longI fucked her and her friend, her friend, her nigga, and his bitch, I know I'm wrong (Goddamn)Ten (Uh), twenty (Uh), thirty (Uh)Forty (Uh), fifty (Uh), tickets (Uh), on me (Uh)I'm in Atlanta with both off PeachtreeBaby-blue Bimmer go beep-beepI'm not really pussy, I'm feet, feetThat thrill is right on me like hee-hee
Tweakin', huh, huhBitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh (Funky-ass bitch)Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huhBitch, I'm— ah, ah, ah, ah, ahCatch your breath, bitchCatch your breath, bitchCatch your breath, bitchCatch your breath, bitch
Bitch, I'm tweakin'
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glassDon't tap that glass, don't tap that glassThere's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Bro)Don't tap that glass, baby (Bro), don't tap that glass (Huh)Don't tap that glass (Baby), don't tap that glass (Baby)Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glassThere's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Nigga, nigga)Don't tap that glass, baby, don't tap—
Bling, bling, bling, bling, baowMichael Jordan eyes, neck yellow, look like bing, baowIf it's feelin' weird, pull the beam out like bing, baowKing Kong, baby, chow down on that Me-MowAll these niggas wanna be me nowSo much snot in my pocket, bro, I need a tissueNiggas think they Rolling Stone, we can press the issueEvery curly-hair bitch in LA, I done hadGot the F40 on the 405 throwin' assBrodie got his bitch took, brodie got his head bustBrodie got his chain snatched, brodie, we be fed up (Nigga)We told you, you ain't wanna listenNow you lookin' like a victim
Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up (Uh)Nigga, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up (Uh)Niggas talkin' down on the squad, we turn it up (Uh)Nigga, honestly, baby, I don't give a fuck
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glassDon't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glassThere's a monster in it, rah-tah-tah-tahDon't tap that glass, baby, tap that glass, huhDon't tap that glass (Baby), don't tap that glass (Baby)Don't tap that glass, nigga, don't tap that glassThere's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Nigga, nigga)Don't tap that— what the damn— bro
Nigga said I lost touch with the regular folks (Shit)I ain't never been regular, you niggas is jokes (Funny)What that vest gon' do, boy? I aim at the throat (Damn)Got a pocket full of snot, but your spirit is broke, like (Bitch)Forty-nine, still in the street, like (Bitch)Your prostate exam in a week, like (Bitch)Nigga shot my bomb off the hateI got hugs in my home, bitch, I cannot relate, ughHey, baby wanna know what I might doThat's about nine inches long if I like youYou can get a workout, not in the gym, bitchYou ain't gotta lie, we can smell the Ozempic
Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up (Uh)Nigga, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up (Uh)Niggas talkin' down on the squad, we turn it up (Uh)Nigga, honestly, baby, I don't give a fuck
Don't tap the glass
["Tweakin'"]
BroBroCall my mama, niggaBroHuh, huh
Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huhBitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huhBitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huhBro, I'm tweakin', huh, huhCatch your breath, bitchCatch your breath, bitchCatch your breath, bitch (Nigga)Catch your breath, bitch
Bro, I'm trippin', toes tiedCall my mama, 4-5Six nights at CryptoShit, I should have did SoFiI'm an old soul, I'm a 38 SpecialFeel like Detroit, red forty-one mechaBlacked-out prom night, hair, I'll press youShit goin' up like granny blood pressureAbout that guap, about that guapAbout that guap, about cha-chingAbout that guap, about that guapAbout that bread, about chiliFeel like Slick Rick, neck look like when you stare in the sun too goddamn longI fucked her and her friend, her friend, her nigga, and his bitch, I know I'm wrong (Goddamn)Ten (Uh), twenty (Uh), thirty (Uh)Forty (Uh), fifty (Uh), tickets (Uh), on me (Uh)I'm in Atlanta with both off PeachtreeBaby-blue Bimmer go beep-beepI'm not really pussy, I'm feet, feetThat thrill is right on me like hee-hee
Tweakin', huh, huhBitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huh (Funky-ass bitch)Bitch, I'm tweakin', huh, huhBitch, I'm— ah, ah, ah, ah, ahCatch your breath, bitchCatch your breath, bitchCatch your breath, bitchCatch your breath, bitch
Bitch, I'm tweakin'
