Girls (Tyler, The Creator Remix) Lyrics – Tyler The Creator

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[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
I won’t see your face again that way
(I love you, Vega)
That way
I won’t see your face again that way
(I had to, huh, I had to)
Woo
I couldn’t help it, haha

[Chorus: LilGoatD3 & Tyler, The Creator]
Girls, girls
So many girls where I’m from (Ah)

Girls, girls
They want Chanel or they done (Oh, those b!tches for real)
I just really want you, baby
Her, her, her and you, baby (And at some point)
Hermès just for you, baby (Ooh, baby)
Damn, it’s hard for me to choose, baby (What’s your name, girl?)

[Verse: Tyler, The Creator]
(I’m out of tune) I know you like it
I can read the signs that you giving, I’m a Pisces
Free spirit freak, but I’m never indecisive
Contrary to belief, I never nutted in a white b!tch
Never have I еver, yeah, I wonder who my wifе is
If she get a Bentley truck, then I deserve a side b!tch
Nothing serious, just different energies to vibe with
‘Cause I know it’s you I want to turn gray and die with
I can charter us a plane and hit the steward out in Martha
Grab a dress, I’ll grab a suit, let’s head out to the opera
Or we can pick some peaches from the farm and make a cobbler
Or couch sit and watch Ayo sweep up at the Oscars
Compliment fits when the fall come through
Daydreaming ’bout it, baby, it’s like all I do
If we have a daughter, I just hope she tall like you
All in all, I’m all in and hope she’s all like you
When them curls hang like a waterfall, I do

I’ll jump off the cliff in a second
Third jersey on the Sixers, you don’t gotta question
The heckling from exes, that’s why we give ’em Z’s, they sleep, we resting
Leave that in the past, we living like the Jetsons
If anybody fu*king with you, ain’t no second chances
You’ll hear, “Mmm, bop, bop, bop”, like Hanson
And tire smoke blowing from the Phantom
I know you think I’m fronting, but I’m so for real
Your name not Hillary, no need to ever know the bills
I got a house on the hill and the woods and the water
With the sun that could shine on a son or a daughter
How’s Granny? I’ll call her, feelings? I caught ’em
Used to jog away from ’em, leaf turned, I’m autumn
I’m sorry, ha-ha-ha-ha, I’m just ranting (I’m just ranting)
Say it’s complaining, I say it’s passion
Anyway, fu*k the talking, time for some action
Tall, dark, funny, rich as hell and I’m handsom
ood sense of self and I’m sweet, make the ants com
ot a gig tonight, have your mama and aunts come
Oh God, it’s nice to meet ya (Oh, oh, oh)
Even in my dreams, I’m so hyped to see ya
What’s real? I don’t know no more
This your number? Good Lord, you from the 404
That’s perfect, uh
I’m from the 310
That’s perfect
Oh, that’s perfect
Brand new Polo, just for you, baby (Oh, oh)
Hand-knitted (??) just for you, baby
Might do the matching Phantoms if we have a lil’ baby
(Baby, baby)

[Chorus: LilGoatD3 & Tyler, The Creator]
Girls, girls (Ha-ha)
All these girls where I’m from (Little something)
Girls, girls
They want Chanel or they done
I just really want you, baby
Her, her, her and you, baby
Hermès just for you, baby
Damn, it’s hard for me to choose, baby

[Outro: LilGoatD3]
You know? These b!tches, they don’t wanna be in the house
These b!tches wanna be in Miami with they ass out, you know?
Like, man, take that b!tch on the— out the— out of the country or something
Take that b!tch on a trip or something, she wanna be in Miami with her—