SIR BAUDELAIRE Lyrics by Tyler The Creator (feat. DJ Drama)
Cookie crumbs in the Rolls, jet fuel scented vest
Swim trunks in the trunks, Geneva water the best
The passport looking thick, the afro need a pick
My skin soak up the sun, ain’t shaking hands with you bums
Bunny Hoppa
The new car doors, they lift open
The lake water dry off at the French Open
I rub it in these n***** faces like thick lotion
That big B is in motion
The coral peach cobbler, dude
Spit like a llama do
Used to be reckless, you should see what them commas do
New le FLEUR* season, summer time, look like private school
Keep it low, don’t want that shit to blow like Osama shoe
I’m a true connoisseur
Hotel concierge know me as that spaced out n**** with the chunky ears
UFC, that shit swole up
That’s VVS, Keep Vic safe
That’s a mansion on that USB
It’s T
Call me if you get lost, baby
Got the bikes on the tarmac
Hitting wheelies
Perfume on the skin
It’s Tyler Baudelaire