Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I. The Worst Guys, artist - Childish Gambino. Date of issue: 09.12.2013
Song language: English
I. The Worst Guys |
| At a Clippers game on the courtside |
| Watch a nigga shoot like a four-five |
| They mad at me too, I got more fire |
| When these bitches see you «Go home, Roger"(Go home, Roger) |
| Tia and Tamara in my bed, I’m a smart guy |
| I ain’t fucking with you niggas like apartheid |
| Hits on my list, check my archive |
| I’m something so immaculate, instead of asking what’s happening |
| Rather blast a Jackson 5 in the back of an Acura |
| Acting blacker than a Bernie Mac, two Charlie Murphys and Akon |
| The girls that you brought man, where are they from? |
| Where are they from? |
| We were playing Playstation |
| Why you standing there, say some, girl, say some |
| No, this ain’t a vacation, this is my house, my house |
| Bought a new bath, 8K, nigga |
| Wanna take shots? |
| AK, nigga |
| When I ball, I’m-a ball King James, nigga |
| Uncle Ben in my hand, make change, nigga |
| And I’m out of this world like Tang, nigga |
| That’s a space bar, man, I hate y’all |
| You only come around when you want to play pool in my hot tub |
| Ice cream paint job in the garage |
| I had a menage, and murdered the vag' |
| But, afterwards, it was awkward as fuck |
| Cause I’m nervous as fuck and could not get it up |
| I-I-I-I-I need a minute, cold water to the face |
| I-I-I couldn’t finish, got the Uber from her place |
| On my porch smoking vapor, hit with the Sunday paper |
| Listening to the neighbors… |
| Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God |
| Our neighbors, all alone, no no no no |