Tyler, The Creator - Don’t Tap That Glass / Tweakin’ [Clean - Lyrics]
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Title | Tyler, The Creator - Don’t Tap That Glass / Tweakin’ [Clean - Lyrics] |
Author | Rotor Records |
Duration | 3:42 |
File Format | MP3 / MP4 |
Original URL | https://youtube.com/watch?v=FvUc1gJGKE0 |
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Tyler, The Creator - Don’t Tap That Glass / Tweakin’ [Clean - Lyrics]
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Lyrics:
[Part I: "Don't Tap That Glass"]
Intro | 0:00
Ayy, huh, uh
Ayy, uh, ayy, uh, ayy, uh
Chorus | 0:09
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, n****, don't tap that glass
There'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, n****, don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Bro)
Don't tap that glass, baby, don't tap— (Bling, bling, bling, bling, baow)
Verse 1 | 0:29
Michael Jordan eyes, neck yellow, look like bing, baow
If it's feelin' weird, pull the beam out like bing, baow
King Kong, baby, chow down on that Me-Mow
All these n***** wanna be me now
So much snot in my pocket, bro, I need a tissue
N***** think they Rolling Stone, we can press the issue
Every curly-hair b**** in LA, I done had
Got the F40 on the 405 throwin' a**
Brodie got his b**** took, brodie got his head bust
Brodie got his chain snatched, brodie, we be fed up (N****)
We told you, you ain't wanna listen
Now you lookin' like a victim
Refrain | 0:57
Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up (Uh)
N****, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up (Uh)
N***** talkin' down on the squad, we turn it up (Uh)
N****, honestly, baby, I don't give a f***
Chorus |
Don't tap that glass, don't tap that glass
Don't tap that glass, n****, don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it, rah-tah-tah-tah
Don't tap that glass, baby, don't tap that glass, huh
Don't tap that glass (Baby), don't tap that glass (Baby)
Don't tap that glass, n****, don't tap that glass
There's a monster in it, don't tap that glass (Bro)
Don't tap that— what the damn— bro
Verse 2 | 1:25
N**** said I lost touch with the regular folks (S***)
I ain't never been regular, you n***** 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
(B****) Forty-nine, still in the street, like
(B****) Your prostate exam in a week, like
(B****) N**** shot my bomb off the hate
I got hugs in my home, b****, I cannot relate, ugh
Hey, baby wanna know what I might do
That's about nine inches long if I like you
You can get a workout, not in the gym, b****
You ain't gotta lie, we can smell the Ozempic
Refrain | 1:53
Bring it back, bring it back, we back it up (Uh)
N****, get a stack, spend a stack, we stack it up (Uh)
N***** talkin' down on the squad, we turn it up (Uh)
N****, honestly, baby, I don't give a f***
Outro | 2:03
Don't tap the glass
[Part II: "Tweakin'"]
Intro | 2:14
Bro, bro
Call my mama, n****
Bro, huh, huh
Chorus | 2:28
B****, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
B****, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
B****, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Bro, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
Catch your breath, b****
Catch your breath, b****
Catch your breath, b**** (N****)
Catch your breath, b****
Verse | 2:42
Bro, I'm trippin', toes tied
Call my mama, 4-5
Six nights at Crypto
S***, I should have did SoFi
I'm old soul, I'm a .38 Special
Feel like Detroit, red forty-one mecha
Blacked-out prom night, hair, I'll press you
S*** goin' up like granny blood pressure
About that guap, about that guap
About that guap, about cha-ching
About that guap, about that guap
About that bread, about chili
Feel like Slick Rick, neck look like when
you stare in the sun too g*ddamn long
I f***** her and her friend, her friend,
her n****, and his b****, I know I'm wrong
G*ddamn, ten (Uh)
Twenty (Uh), thirty (Uh)
Forty (Uh), fifty (Uh)
Tickets (Uh) on me (Uh)
I'm in Atlanta with both off Peachtree
Baby-blue Bimmer go beep-beep
I'm not really p****, I'm feet, feet
That thrill is right on me like hee-hee
Chorus | 3:26
Tweakin', huh, huh
B****, I'm tweakin', huh, huh (Funky-a** b****)
B****, I'm tweakin', huh, huh
B****, I'm— ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Catch your breath, b****
Catch your breath, b****
Catch your breath, b****
Catch your breath, b****
B****, I'm tweakin'