Tyler, The Creator — Bitches Brewin

[Intro: Tyler, the Creator] Yeah [Hook: Tyler, the Creator] I got these bitches brewin' Man, I got these bitches brewin' Man, I got these bitches brewin' Fuckin' up my gold pots Man, I got these bitches brewin' Man, I got these bitches brewin' Man, I got these bitches brewin' Fuckin' up my gold pots Man, I got these bitches brewin' Man, I got these bitches brewin' Man, I got these bitches brewin' Fuckin' up my gold pots Man, I got these bitches brewin' (Bitch) Man, I got these bitches brewin' Man, I got these bitches brewin' Fuckin' up my gold pots (Bitch) [Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator] You like my songs, I like your tits But deep down, I don't really like you, bitch You got a nice tongue and you wear a nice thong But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong (Left) (Left) You're on my bed, but Simon's red Now Simon says get the fuck out my life Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night And you could be a stab for this knife I'm seventeen ('Teen), you're twenty-six (Six) You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick (Bitch) You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit But I'm broke as fuck too, bitch, we on the same boat (Float) Where's my inhaler? I think I'm gonna puke Cause I can't believe I lost my virginity to you (Bitch) Yeah, you was in it and I was in it too But I guess I'm just gonna make this fish stew because [Hook: Tyler, the Creator] I got these bitches brewin' Man, I got these bitches brewin' Man, I got these bitches brewin' Fuckin' up my gold pots Man, I got these bitches brewin' Man, I got these bitches brewin' (Bitch) Man, I got these bitches brewin' Fuckin' up my gold pots Man, I got these bitches brewin' I got these bitches brewin' tonight Man, I got these bitches brewin' Man, I got these bitches brewin' Fuckin' up my gold pots (Bitch) Man, I got these bitches brewin' Man, I got these bitches brewin' (Ahh) Man, I got these bitches brewin' (Bitch) Fuckin' up my gold pots [Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator] Bitch, shake your ass (Ass), shake it until the wet sweat Crawls right down the crack of your ass Booty meat snackin' (Smackin'), back that ass up Until you come back up and lick my sack up I'm Tyler, the Creator Hang with thrashers and skaters I do sound like Darth Vader But that's not stoppin' me from eating your muffin [Bridge: Tyler, the Creator] I think you and your friends Should come with me to get your salad tossed 'Cause when I make this stew in your gold pot I'm adding extra sauce Because... [Hook: Tyler, the Creator] I got these bitches brewin' (Bitch) Man, I got these bitches brewin' (Bitch) Man, I got these bitches brewin' (Bitch) Fuckin' up my gold pots (Rrrah!) Man, I got these bitches brewin' Man, I got these bitches brewin' (Fucking bitch) Man, I got these bitches brewin' Fuckin' up my gold pots Man, I got these bitches brewin' [Outro: Tyler, the Creator] I got these bitches brewin' Inside of my gold pots And there's wet pussy on my face Shake that ass and don't make vibrations stop Bitch