Slater Lyrics – Frank Ocean
Singer: Frank Ocean
Title: Slater
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunny hop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D.
Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs
Shit, now I kick it in the ‘burbs
Me? I’m from the slums, n#gg#s who pushing tons
Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty mouth like kissing bums
Momma done made her one, a witty son
With no respect for women so-so, show me your t#tt#es hun
“You eighteen?”, Me? I’m twenty something
Okay I’m twenty, but I’m soon to be twenty-one
I wild out at shows, break sh#t it should be fun
Venues are like p#ss# with me, “Should he cum?”
I’ma wax that like the chap stick in my backpack, for my black lips
Then dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese
A stack of cheese for these rats, Mac and Cheese
New Preme sh#t got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees
F*ck critics, (How’s your dick?), “Shit, How’s your knees?”
Y’all on my dick more than my index when I take a pee
Came up with ‘Rella’, ain’t touch a bag of weed
sh#t was doper than, Whitney Houston’s needs
Golf Wang, that’s the team to be, “Ay!”, getting TU, OF, indeed
We was missing Sweatshirt like, where’s the hooded sleeve
Okay, nevermind, we found him, yeah
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunny hop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D.
Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs
Shit, now I kick it in the ‘burbs
Guess I win, checks started cashing in
I stopped rapping and started asking “Where my f#cking passion is?”
Probably where that faggot went (who?), Tyler talking father problems
Shocky sh#t he spit to popping topics in a gossip column
I ain’t ask for this, I did it out of boredom
Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom
Now Ye’s PJ sippin leche, Chips Ahoy boy, listening to Cowboy
Aye boy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy (ay!)
AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy, y’all n#gg#s played as a tot’s toy
Have a good day as I annoy, oy
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunny hop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D.
Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs
Shit, now I kick it in the ‘burbs
Cameras with panorama’s views
My shoes have seen more vans than Mexicans with crackers in Alabama
G-O-to the-L-F, this O-F, I open a store so I don’t stress
But n#gg# I, (What?), mosh in gardens, jazz punk sh#t
Playing chords, making up sh#t, pardon my Dolly Parton’s
And I keep sharting, hoodies with rectangles and different colors
n#gg#rs think I started kindergarten
My b#tch is on my handle bars
(I just wanna ride my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My b#tch is on my handle bars
Hair blowing in the wind
Her freckles look like candy bars
Hair blowing in the wind
My b#tch is on my handle bars
(I just wanna ride my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My b#tch is on my handle bars
Hair blowing in the wind
Her freckles look like candy bars
My cool summer never ends
My b#tch is on my handle bars
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
Oh my God, seriously? Mister cool guy
You’re talking to a f#cking bike, loser, hehe
Oh f*ck
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
You can purchase their music thruor
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Other Popular Songs:
Juice WRLD - Sticks (Ya Dig)
Against Evil - The Sound Of Violence
Lyrics Frank Ocean – Slater
Kindly like and share our content. Please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all songs.
We don’t provide any MP3 Download, please support the artist by purchasing their music 🙂
You can purchase their music thru
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ruy7KGf7rCA