Aw, nah
Boy don't cut that wood
Found out his flowers don't smell that good
But if they smell real good to him
Then he don't need anybody else's nose to win
Look, I am a god
No, I don't pray to society
All you other niggas wear camouflage
I'm in a field wearing pink and blue
What weak niggas see me?
Nigga, Young creators will scream with me
Nigga, you ain't got drivers to just beep-beep .
They wanna talk shit from the back seat
Come and light,my fire, I'll blow your f*ckin' face off
Nigga I'mma goddamn pilot
And I decide when we gon' take off
Let's get it
Tie the knot
Kick the chair
Up in the air
It's cherry bomb
You muthaf*ckas want war, then come get it
You muthaf*ckas want war, I don't want war
(Muthaf*ckas!)
Just take me to the gun store
I don't got enough time for your rolex nigga
I choke your dad, hit your mom, cuz I don't know that nigga
Come and light my fire, I'll blow your f*ckin' face off
Nigga, I'mma goddamn pilot
And I decide when we gon' take off,
Let's get it
Tie the knot
Kick the chair
Strangled in the air
It's cherry bomb
You muthaf*ckas want war
They're like "this that cherry bomb"
I'm a firecracker and I'm ready to blow, you fire me up, I lose control
Golf 191 Okaga
Playing only classic hits
Tyler The Creator - CHERRY BOMB Lyrics
Tyler The Creator - CHERRY BOMB Lyrics
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Aw, nah
Boy don't cut that wood
Found out his flowers don't smell that good
But if they smell real good to him
Then he don't need anybody else's nose to win
Look, I am a god
No, I don't pray to society
All you other niggas wear camouflage
I'm in a field wearing pink and blue
What weak niggas see me?
Nigga, Young creators will scream with me
Nigga, you ain't got drivers to just beep-beep .
They wanna talk shit from the back seat
Come and light,my fire, I'll blow your f*ckin' face off
Nigga I'mma goddamn pilot
And I decide when we gon' take off
Let's get it
Tie the knot
Kick the chair
Up in the air
It's cherry bomb
You muthaf*ckas want war, then come get it
You muthaf*ckas want war, I don't want war
(Muthaf*ckas!)
Just take me to the gun store
I don't got enough time for your rolex nigga
I choke your dad, hit your mom, cuz I don't know that nigga
Come and light my fire, I'll blow your f*ckin' face off
Nigga, I'mma goddamn pilot
And I decide when we gon' take off,
Let's get it
Tie the knot
Kick the chair
Strangled in the air
It's cherry bomb
You muthaf*ckas want war
They're like "this that cherry bomb"
I'm a firecracker and I'm ready to blow, you fire me up, I lose control
Golf 191 Okaga
Playing only classic hits
Boy don't cut that wood
Found out his flowers don't smell that good
But if they smell real good to him
Then he don't need anybody else's nose to win
Look, I am a god
No, I don't pray to society
All you other niggas wear camouflage
I'm in a field wearing pink and blue
What weak niggas see me?
Nigga, Young creators will scream with me
Nigga, you ain't got drivers to just beep-beep .
They wanna talk shit from the back seat
Come and light,my fire, I'll blow your f*ckin' face off
Nigga I'mma goddamn pilot
And I decide when we gon' take off
Let's get it
Tie the knot
Kick the chair
Up in the air
It's cherry bomb
You muthaf*ckas want war, then come get it
You muthaf*ckas want war, I don't want war
(Muthaf*ckas!)
Just take me to the gun store
I don't got enough time for your rolex nigga
I choke your dad, hit your mom, cuz I don't know that nigga
Come and light my fire, I'll blow your f*ckin' face off
Nigga, I'mma goddamn pilot
And I decide when we gon' take off,
Let's get it
Tie the knot
Kick the chair
Strangled in the air
It's cherry bomb
You muthaf*ckas want war
They're like "this that cherry bomb"
I'm a firecracker and I'm ready to blow, you fire me up, I lose control
Golf 191 Okaga
Playing only classic hits
Writer: Tyler Gregory Okonma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC