Tamale chords and lyrics - TYLER, THE CREATOR

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[Verse 1]
Tamale! [G]Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
[F#]They say I've calmed

[Verse 2]
[F#m]down
since [F#]the last album
Well, [B]lick my [G]dick,
how [Bm]does that sound? [G]Um
[B]Smell my [G]gooch, you [B]could kiss my [G]buns
And I [B]don't give a shit,
bend my rectum
[B]Somebody said bands [F#]make her dance
You [B]think you're getting [G]cash,
no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're
gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my [F#]jam,
(Where the drums [G]at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's
a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
[C#m]When she c[Ab]omes over, I[G] take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her

[Verse 3]
off a building if I get banned
[G]Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
[Eb]Why y'all [G]so salty, I do molly and zone
[Abm]Can't [Ab]agree bitch [G]I'm on,
your boy is bad to the bone

[Verse 4]
Bring back the [G]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
[F#]48, motherfucka I'm great
[G]Golf Wang prints always
cover the sleeves
From cuts from [F#]the Biebs, 'cause
he's [G]puffin' the [E]trees, [C#m]please
[G]Fuck I look like, got a [C]new bike [E]tire
Never [G]popped like the pussy
on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like
(Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack
on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare
on the [F#]same damn bus

[Verse 5]
Like "you're going to jail now!"
[Eb]Ta m[G]ale! T[Eb]amale! T[G]amal[Eb]e! Tamal[G]e!
[Eb]Why [G]y'al[Eb]l so salty[G],
[Abm]I do molly and [C#m]zone
[G#]Can't agree bitch [C#m]I'm on,
your boy is [E]bad to [D#]the b[B]one

[Verse 6]
How much [B]wood could a [F#]woodchuck [G]chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Bitch suck dick, [F#]motherfuck you and your [G]opinions,
[C](Can you kick [G]it?)
Yes I can [Eb]sir
Where the lump is [G]sicker than
the last bar [Fm]bold-er
I'm I'm a [G]C.O. Colorado,
fuck Michael bitch [Fm]I'm badder than my B.O.
[D]Find me and [G]Lance tryna
dance during chemo
Be[F#m]fore they rep[F#]ossess our
[G]strong arm band[E]s and [G]tuxedos

[Verse 7]
[Eb]Yeah buddy[G], na n[Eb]a na na na na na
Golf [G]wang, golf [Eb]wang, go fuck you,
[G]na na [Abm]na na [Eb]na n[G]a
Why y'all so salty
[E]I do molly a[C#m]nd zone
[Ab]Can't agree, bitch [G]I'm on
[C#m]Your b[E]oy is bad to t[G]he bone

[Verse 8]
How many [G]fags can [Bm]a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a [C#m]dick,
they be two's and sixes
And tell [C]the NRA I'm about
to lose my shit
[Am]Shoot thro[Bm]ugh Wayne Lapi[B]erre's
hair with a crucifix
How many [Bm]ladies in the [G]house?
[Bm]How many ladies in the house
without a [G]rich nigga, huh?

[Verse 9]
[G]A l[E]ittle J[G]ergens i[E]n
my palm for the jerkin'
[Bm]Hope my mom [C#m]don't catch me,
tryna set mood
[G]Little [Am]Redtube, fuck lotion,
I don't need [Bm]lub e, dry fit [B]suits me
Up and down, fric[G]tion with [Bb]the sound,
shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline,
Clancy chimes in my room and catch me

[Outro 1]
This shit's so damn embarrassing like