Tyler, The Creator Ballon Lyrics

"Balloon"

(feat. Doechii)



(Ooh)

(Ooh)

(Ooh)

(Ooh)

(Ooh)

(I wanna rock—, I wanna rock—, I wanna rock—, I wanna rock—, I wanna rock—)

(Don't stop—)


Yeah, we ain't talkin' to your dumbass

You could be a millionaire and still be a bum ass

Boy, I've been in a dream, I've been on a to—

(Don't stop, do-don't stop—)

(Okay, look) Why I work so hard? My soul profit

Why I can't settle down? I like options

Why I hate small talk? I like topics

House shoppin', I'm a pig, I love coppin', ugh

No BBLs, I like A cups, ugh

Long legs, pretty when they wake up, ugh

Niggas run they mouth, wanna race up

Everything real here, no lace front, okay

I doze during December, I slay

I don't even like girls, bitch, I'm way up too high

Bitch, I'm on my own dick, I don't need your box, ugh

Fuck them regrets (Ugh), call them and get all that weight off your chest (Huh)

Got my brothers here, we the Wayans

Not my only girl, but you my favorite

I've been flyin' high, where's the pavement?

Enough of me, can I get a amen?


Ooh (Don't stop—)

(Don't stop—)

Can I get a amen? (Don't stop—)

(Don't stop—)

(Don't stop—)

I'll air this bitch out like balloon (Don't stop—)

I'll send his bitch ass to the moon

I'm at the top, ain't no room (Don't stop—)


Aight, where the swamp is?

Flyest bitch up in the room, I need a cockpit (Need a cockpit)

I need some PETA for this pussy, they want the croc' print

I'm finna air these DL niggas out the closet

I let it in (Let it in), I let it out (Let it out)

I'm a bi bitch, but I need that pussy now

If he is gay, then I am gay, and we are nouns (We are nouns)

Me and Tyler finna take your bitch down

Oui oui, merci

Keep it cute when you're in my city

I'm 5'2", A-cup titties

I don't need you, 'cause I already fuck me

I don't need a Range when I got an airboat

I don't need a plane, 'cause the airboat float (Don't stop—)

Out New York, walk around bare-toed

I don't need a passport, I'm a swamp bitch, oh-oh


(Don't stop—) Don't stop

(Don't stop—) Don't stop

(Don't stop—) Don't stop

(Don't stop—)

I air this bitch out like a queef

I'll see your ass back to the streets

I'll spray your whole block with le FLEUR*

He gon' eat this pussy out, 'cause it's sweet


(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop

(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop

(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop

(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop

(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop

(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop

Don't stop

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