Tamale Ringtone
This vibrant hip-hop track pulses with chaotic energy and bold, irreverent lyrics that celebrate unapologetic self-expression. Its fast-paced beats and witty wordplay create an exhilarating atmosphere, ideal for pumping up workouts or igniting late-night
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Tamale - Song Lyrics
[Intro]
Tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale
[Verse 1]
They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Ummm
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
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And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture and tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn ****
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fappin' and Xbox Live, that fun
Before I cum, I call your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned
[Chorus]
Tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale (I'm just fuckin' around)
Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on
A can of beans, bitch, I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone
[Verse 2]
Bring back the horns that was played in the beginnin'
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's trippin' off my sneak dissin'
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard "48"? Motherfucker, I'm great (Yeah)
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like? Got a new bike
Tire never popped like the pussy on a butch dyke
Think I give a fuck? I do, I go balls
Then I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease, bitch!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than a obese neck on Aretha
Now turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like, "You're goin' to jail now"
[Chorus]
Tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale
Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on
A can of beans, bitch, I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone
[Verse 3]
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions (Can you kick it?)
Yes, I can sir, where the lump is
Sicker than the last bar, bolder, I'm a CO
Colorado, fuck Michael, bitch, I'm badder than my BO
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos
[Bridge]
Yeah, buddy, this is my jam, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, no, fuck you, na, na, na, na, na, na
[Chorus]
Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on
A can of beans, bitch, I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone
[Verse 4]
How many fags can a lightbulb screw?
Well, if it has a dick, maybe two or six
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
And shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich ****, huh?
[Verse 5]
A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, try to set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fist suits me (Yeah)
Up and down, friction make a sound
The shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline
Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This shit's so damn embarrassing, like-
[Outro]
Oh, shit, aw, fuck
What the fuck?
Aw, I'm sorry
Is that my shirt?
I'm sorry, I just wanted somethings
Clean that shit up, we're going to the office (Aw, fuck)
Tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale
[Verse 1]
They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Ummm
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
Read More >>
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture and tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn ****
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fappin' and Xbox Live, that fun
Before I cum, I call your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned
[Chorus]
Tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale (I'm just fuckin' around)
Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on
A can of beans, bitch, I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone
[Verse 2]
Bring back the horns that was played in the beginnin'
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's trippin' off my sneak dissin'
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard "48"? Motherfucker, I'm great (Yeah)
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like? Got a new bike
Tire never popped like the pussy on a butch dyke
Think I give a fuck? I do, I go balls
Then I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease, bitch!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than a obese neck on Aretha
Now turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like, "You're goin' to jail now"
[Chorus]
Tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale
Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on
A can of beans, bitch, I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone
[Verse 3]
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions (Can you kick it?)
Yes, I can sir, where the lump is
Sicker than the last bar, bolder, I'm a CO
Colorado, fuck Michael, bitch, I'm badder than my BO
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos
[Bridge]
Yeah, buddy, this is my jam, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, no, fuck you, na, na, na, na, na, na
[Chorus]
Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on
A can of beans, bitch, I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone
[Verse 4]
How many fags can a lightbulb screw?
Well, if it has a dick, maybe two or six
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
And shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich ****, huh?
[Verse 5]
A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, try to set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fist suits me (Yeah)
Up and down, friction make a sound
The shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline
Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This shit's so damn embarrassing, like-
[Outro]
Oh, shit, aw, fuck
What the fuck?
Aw, I'm sorry
Is that my shirt?
I'm sorry, I just wanted somethings
Clean that shit up, we're going to the office (Aw, fuck)
Name:
Tamale - Tyler, The Creator
Category:
Hip Hop
File type:
MP3(Android) & M4R(iPhone)
Duration:
30s
File Size:
471.7 KB
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