Slater (Feat. Frank Ocean) - Tyler, The Creator Chords

[C#] _ _ _ Me a slater just hit a curb, bunny hopped on a gout and was sittin' in the nerd
Made a couple thousand turns, but ain't [F#m] written verb, shit
_ Now I kick it in the burp, me [Dm] from the slum, niggas [C#] who push a ton
Ten of drunks with foul flow, dirty mouth like fist and bum
Mama done made her one, a woody son, with no respect for women so-so
Show me your titties, hun, you 18?
Me, 20-something
Okay, I'm 20, but I'm soon to be 21
I wild out at shows, great shit, it should [F#m] be fun
Venues are like pussy with me, shit come
[Dm] But I'm a waxed out like the tap stick in [C#] my backpack
My black lips didn't get to Europe to come back with a stack of cheese
Stack of cheese for these rats, Mac and cheese
New cream shit got me feelin' fly in a bag of these
Fuck critics, [Dm] _ shit, [F#m] how's your knee?
Y'all on my dick more than my index [C#] when I take a pee
Came up umbrella, and touch the back of weed
Shit was doper than, Vinny Houston's knees
_ Golf [Dm] Wang, [C#m] with Team B
Hey, Vinny T, [C#] you O-F-N-E
You was missing sweatshirt [Dm] like, where's the head [C#m] of sleeve?
Okay, nevermind, we found it
_ [C#] _
_ Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunny hops on the gout, listenin' to Nerd
Made a couple [A] thousand turds, spit and wrote [C#m] the verse, shit
_ [F#m] Now I kick it in the verse
Guess I went [Dm] and check-started [C#m] cashing in
I stopped rapping, I start asking where my fuckin' [C#] passion at
Probably where that faggot went
Post-title talking, probably shocked
Shit, he spit the poppin' top, it's in the gossip column
Damn, I ain't ask for this, but I did it out of boredom
Thought that Roach was cool, he died, pushed me into _ stardom
Now I'm gay as [F#m] PJ, sippin' lemonade
Chips Ahoy, boy, [A] listenin' to [C#] Cowboy
A-Boy land in Melbourne, it's ain't the fifth floor
[F#m]
House was house, [C#] I enjoy, boy
[F#]
Y'all niggas [Dm] play as a tots, [F#m] toy
Have a good day [C#] as I annoy, _ boy
_ _ _ Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunny hops on the gout, listenin' to Nerd
Made a couple thousand turds, spit and wrote the verse, shit
Now I kick it in [F#m] the verse
Pan is a [Dm] panorama, huge [C#m] truth
I see more vans than Mexicana's or crackers in Alabama
G-O to the [Dm] LF, [C#m] this hoe half, I opened up a store
So I don't stress, but [C#] niggas I work
Moshin' gardens, [A] jazz [C#] pumpin' shit
Playin' chords, [A] makin' up shit
[C#] Partin' my Dolly Partons, and I keep [Dm] shartin'
[A] Hoodies with [C#]
rectangles in different colors
Niggas think I started [G] kindergarten, so I had to bar
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] I _ _ _ [Dm] just _ _ wanna _ slide _ _ [Em] my bike
Slater, Slater, _ Slater, Slater
[G] Bitches on my handlebars
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Hair blowin' in the wind
[Dm] Her freckles look like candy bars
_ [F] Shit, my [G#] cool summer [F] never ends
[G] My bitches on my _ handlebars
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Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
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_ _ _ God, [A] you talk that [Dm] little fuckin' bike, _ loser
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