Cifra de Sandwitches - Tyler, The Creator
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"Sandwitches" (feat. Hodgy Beats)
Tuning: Standard
Key: E
[Intro]
D# A D# E
Wolf Gang
They are them
We are us
D# A D# E
D# A D# E
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, come on
D# A D# E
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, bitch, bitch over there in the yellow, come on
D# A
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Say it loud!
Like you mean it!
D# A D# E
Wolf Gang
D# A D#
E D#
Fuck you think I made Odd Future for?
To wear fucking suits and make good decisions?
D# E
Fuck that n***a, Wolf Gang
[Verse 1]
D# A
Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you fucking up, and truthfully I had enough
And fuck rolling papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate that john
Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, 401ks, and nice ass lawns
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit
Like Ellen DeGeneres clitoris is playing with dick
I'm jealous as shit, cause I ain't got no home meal to come to
So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "fuck you"
D# A
I got ten of these Kennedy's
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery
'Preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
I'm fucking 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Surprised she hasn't taken gymnastic dick inside her alley-oop
The Golf Wang hooligans is fucking up the school again
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again
D# A
I'm going harder than a midget jumping over me
D# E
Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in bitches ovaries
D# A
Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
N.C.
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh
[Chorus]
D# A
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
D# E
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
D# E
Wolf Gang kill them
[Verse 2]
N.C D# A
My love is gone for you mami, you could ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
Uh, fuck church, they singing and the shit ain't even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch
You told me God was the answer
When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel
D# E
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr
N.C
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
[Chorus]
D# A
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
D# E
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
D# E
Wolf Gang kill them
[Verse 3]
D# A
It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now
I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the n***a also shoot rounds"
D# A
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank, uhhh
[Verse 4]
N.C.
Free Earl, that's the fucking shit
N.C.
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
N.C.
Um, Wolf Gang, that's the fucking clique
D# E
Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six
D# A
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them n****s bitches
We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really fucking with,
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[Outro]
N.C.
And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots
N.C.
Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, Wolf Gang