HOT WIND BLOWS (Explicit) - Tyler, The Creator

Lyrics by：Tyler Okonma

Composed by：Tyler Okonma

Ladies and gentlemen

We just landed in Geneva

Yeah that's in Switzerland

We on a yacht

A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream

We all got our toes out too

Call me when you get lost

I'ma travel the globe you keep the block hot

Driver open the door for me my hand hurt

Find us we playin' hide-and-seek with the passports

Where the **** we at

Oh the pilot gotta remind us yeah

The luggage is pilin' I needed clothes to wear

Woo

So many stinkies sit in my wallet look like a folding chair

Yeah

The Cartier so light on my body thought I floated here

We boated here it's Tunechi and Tyler but call me Baudelaire yeah

Out in Switzerland travel with my ***** again we kissin' dawg

I love when she let me rub her like Michelin

Skrrt skrrt facts

A hundred grand to sleep on the bird the wings are whistlin' like

Man they ain't listenin'

We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it

Keep on stuntin' on these n***as make 'em sick to they stomach man

I can't stop it

Y'all don't understand fish so fresh that you could taste the sand

Yeah we gettin' lost but we know who we am

True story

Bada-bada-bada somethin'-somethin'-somethin'

Treat that last part like you n***as ain't sayin' nothin'

Hot wind

Yeah haha

You see these excursions right here

Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram

Gangsta Grillz

Uh

Tunechi

Excuse me pardon me the wind it blow so hard at me

Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beef

And I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat

Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me

From y'all to me brrt stop callin' me unless you're ordering

I'm on the beach I got my feet out and I stay on my feet

The corner beat I'm on a deep route just throw the ball to me

Thought all this lean would have me senile I guess they see now

Let's touch down catch a beat-down like I catch touchdowns

I **** 'round and slow the beat down and take the drums out

And speed up my flow I'm so greedy I'ma eat my own flow

And I'm in need of a flow might eat me a rapper

And I might as well eat me a ho

Oh

I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin'

As cold as the devil and demon and ghost

I'ma get even and even get even some more

It's too late to even get low baow

Wolf Gang Wolf Gang

That's what I need you to know Mula Weezy the G.O.A.T.

The wind beneath my wings Desert Eagle underneath my coat

Yeah yeah yeah yeah Mula

*****

Hot wind

All aboard n***a

You see

We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake

Of course

Y'all know it's Wolf Haley man stop ******* playin'