Childish Gambino





Little Foot Big Foot

Little Foot Big Foot





Donald Glover/Dacoury Natche/Atia "Ink" Boggs/Bin Abraham-Joseph/Khadja Bonet


Donald Glover/Dacoury Natche/Atia "Ink" Boggs/Bin Abraham-Joseph/Khadja Bonet

Uh Someone made a mess in my account (Someone sound like me, yes) Someone bought a Patek in a panic (Yes, yes) Forty Bentley addict, I go manic (Oh no) Hit the oochie-coochie 'til it's slanted, ooh I'm gon' beat it up, ooh, baby I'm gon' make you dreams come, baby Ayy, you the one who talkin' all that trash (You the one who talkin' all that trash) Forty-five, I'll twenty-eight that ass (Ooh) You can set the snow on fire (Yeah, ooh) You smell like a peach papaya She said, "Eat this psilocybin, I'ma be right back" I'm like, "Aight" (Aight) "Ayy, I don't know what psilocybin is" (No) "This better not be no molly" She just laughed and closed the door Dark chocolate, sea salt I took a bite She said, "We gon' have a special night" I said, "Who you telling, girl? I know that" Tracee Ellis with it when you throw back (Ooh, yeah) Girl, I see your (Shadow move) Ooh, you're so divine (Yes, you are) And them panties came off (Ooh, yes they did) I'ma give you some privacy (Uh) Pictures with your stepsisters (Hmm) N. K. Jemisin with you, uh Got the All About Love, on some bell hooks Then I turned to a dirty look, uh (Meow) Ayy, why your cat lookin' at me sideways? "Sing to her" I said, "Nah, I'll put on the radio though" (I might let you go) Lay back on my back (Uh), vibrate My ex on some BS She walked out the closet Girl, never write a check I can't deposit She said, "Boy, stop, let's go walkin'" (Let's go walkin') "You wanna be outside for this" We just talkin' Dogpark looking like a Trader Joe's (Roof, roof) Pepper Young, mmh, thought you hated those Other girls, uh, let they shady show Every time we walk around They say, "How she gonna hold him down?" No They don't know what they missing Most these niggas wanna run around with these scissors (Yeah) I prefer to just stroll the park with this shotgun Baby girl was just diggin' all in my pockets (All in my pockets) I was going hard (By the magic hour) We were holdin' hands, tried to make me understand (Yeah) Make girls fall in love, that's my (Magic power), yes Everybody's jealous I won't ease it with these colors Ooh, I wanna see it in the moonlight Yellow, red, orange robe, askin' for donation (oh) I'm not a tourist, nigga, this is not vacation (I am not a tourist, nigga, this is not vacation) Vibrate Goddamn, man, this girl goin' crazy on my Motorola She said, "Let me answer it" (Let me answer) Then she'll know it's over (Ooh) Girl, you cancerous, you gon' ruin my life Let me get this paperweight, then come be my wife She just laughed and touched my face (What you mean?) You don't understand what this is (Oh wait, wait, wait, wait) I ain't lookin' for another lifetime Let's just stay here and enjoy the great design Had the iceberg tucked in my waist (Bling) Fuck an omelet, you can eat off my face (No) I just thought that we were vibin' You don't love her, then you lyin' Come and go and you get tulips Put a finger to my two lips (It's okay) Ooh, you got it bad, just remember what we had You can set the snow on fire The reason that your suffer is desire (Huh) The reason that I'm moving with this ooh-wee I was lovin' life, I got too deep (I was too deep) Woke up in my room, she was long gone Toni singing me another sad song (Ooh) Eternity Oh, until we meet again This ain't special, tell me what you want This ain't special, baby, this is fun This ain't special, tell me what you want This ain't special, baby, this is fun Drop it off (21), let me see if your booty soft Gold mouth (Hold up, hold up), yes, I'm from the Dirty South Lights out (Straight up), summertime, I brought the ice out (21) Pipes out (On God), all my shooters came from Moscow Got a girl in Harvard, I talk proper when I call her (21) Baby, I'm a baller, ain't no way that I can rob ya (Straight up) She don't want no new friends, she just tryna buy her a new Benz (On God) I've been counting M's, me and Ben Franklin damn near kin (On God) Put my mind to it and I did it, them facts (21) Talkin' 'bout your brother to get some pussy, that's wack (Straight up) The police keep harassin' 'cause I'm rich and I'm black (Straight up) They mad 'cause I made myself a boss without crack (On God) I ain't trippin', boy, I'm Lamborghini whippin' (21, 21) Straight up out the trenches, money made me ign'ant (It did) I'm on a private jet eatin' Popeyes chicken (21) I be flexin' like I'm eatin' Popeye's spinach (21, 21, 21) Morning dew Percolating and still have a little time for Sunday, ooh (So baby, let's take it back to the crib) (Back to the, back, back to the) Baby, I might let you go Babe, baby, no matter what And like I switch the other side of me Baby got a whole lotta ride on me Babe, baby, let's take it back to crib Back, back to the crib Back, back to the, babe I might let you go Baby, baby, no matter what And I can, I can, I can, I can To the crib Back to the crib, back to the And no one seen them Baby, I, baby, baby, I
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