Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 12.38, artist - Childish Gambino. Date of issue: 21.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
12.38 |
| 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 |