Tyler, The Creator - Tamale

I watch this everyday. It's like a routine

wolf is tamale and sam is answer yeah

Burrito>

esta era mi canción favorita a los 9 años , que recuerdos

this the dude who made a love album and did the soundtrack for a kids movie 💀

Yeahhhhhhh❤

Respect😂❤

"I hope you answer"

Tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale!
They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
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 nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping 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
Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! 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
Bring back the 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 48? Motherfucker I'm great
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 bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
Then I bust in her jaw like (fuck that disease)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than the 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 going to jail now!"
Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! 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
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 bold-er
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
Yeah buddy, this is my jam, na na na na na
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, no fuck you, na na na na na
Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on
A can of beans bitch, I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone
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 nigga, huh?
A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little RedTube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fist suits me
Up and down, friction make a sound, 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-
Oh shit, aw (fuck)
What the fuck!
Aw, I'm sorry
Is that my shirt?
Yeah, I'm sorry I just wanted some bangs
Clean that shit up, we're going to the office
Aw, fuck

Wolf is Tyler's best album

50 mil tyler❤❤❤

Tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale!
They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
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 nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping 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
Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! 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
Bring back the 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 48? Motherfucker I'm great
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 bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
Then I bust in her jaw like (fuck that disease)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than the 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 going to jail now!"
Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! 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
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 bold-er
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
Yeah buddy, this is my jam, na na na na na
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, no fuck you, na na na na na
Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on
A can of beans bitch, I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone
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 nigga, huh?
A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little RedTube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fist suits me
Up and down, friction make a sound, 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-
Oh shit, aw (fuck)
What the fuck!
Aw, I'm sorry
Is that my shirt?
Yeah, I'm sorry I just wanted some bangs
Clean that shit up, we're going to the office
Aw, fuck

Tamales de chipilin con pollo ❤ viva México wolf wolf

Tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale!
They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
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 nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping 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
Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! 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
Bring back the 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 48? Motherfucker I'm great
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 bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
Then I bust in her jaw like (fuck that disease)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than the 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 going to jail now!"
Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! 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
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 bold-er
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
Yeah buddy, this is my jam, na na na na na
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, no fuck you, na na na na na
Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on
A can of beans bitch, I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone
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 nigga, huh?
A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little RedTube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fist suits me
Up and down, friction make a sound, 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-
Oh shit, aw (fuck)
What the fuck!
Aw, I'm sorry
Is that my shirt?
Yeah, I'm sorry I just wanted some bangs
Clean that shit up, we're going to the office

Tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale!
They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
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 nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping 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
Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! 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
Bring back the 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 48? Motherfucker I'm great
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 bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
Then I bust in her jaw like (fuck that disease)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than the 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 going to jail now!"
Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! 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
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 bold-er
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
Yeah buddy, this is my jam, na na na na na
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, no fuck you, na na na na na
Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on
A can of beans bitch, I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone
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 nigga, huh?
A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little RedTube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fist suits me
Up and down, friction make a sound, 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-
Oh shit, aw (fuck)
What the fuck!
Aw, I'm sorry
Is that my shirt?
Yeah, I'm sorry I just wanted some bangs
Clean that shit up, we're going to the office
Aw, fuck

This the type of guy to get his album pic taken with a wig on

WHY YOU SO SALTEH HOT TAMALE IS OWN

Since nobody put the lyrics here, I will.




Tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale!
They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
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 nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping 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
Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! 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
Bring back the 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 48? Motherfucker I'm great
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 bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
Then I bust in her jaw like (fuck that disease)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than the 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 going to jail now!"
Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! 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
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 bold-er
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
Yeah buddy, this is my jam, na na na na na
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, no fuck you, na na na na na
Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on
A can of beans bitch, I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone
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 nigga, huh?
A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little RedTube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fist suits me
Up and down, friction make a sound, 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-
Oh shit, aw (fuck)
What the fuck!
Aw, I'm sorry
Is that my shirt?
Yeah, I'm sorry I just wanted some bangs
Clean that shit up, we're going to the office
Aw, fuck

gyattttt

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This song sounds like my brain in a classroom

amo este vídeo musical

this song helps me with my constipation 🤗 thank you tyler

Sadly, trauma and pain build character.

He's playing golf at that one club from GTA

If Pharrell ever had a lovechild we didn't know about 😂❤

white tyler deadass gives me nightmares ngl

Tamale

This was my favorite song back in tyler prime

Tyler was the kid that you would here crazy stories about during recess

As a Mexican i hear this song everytime i wake up

Answer is not a song, it is a feeling of nostalgia, intrigue and resignation or acceptance

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