| Alright it’s Childish baby, Mr. Talk-About-His-Dick-Again
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| Nerdy-ass black kid, whatever, man, I’m sick of him
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| That well-spoken token, who ain’t been heard
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| The only white rapper who’s allowed to say the N-word
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| I buy a bunch of 'em and put it on my black card
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| Now I got some street cred, use it 'til it’s maxed out
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| I got a girl on my arm, dude, show respect
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| Something crazy and Asian, Virginia Tech
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| She too fine, I do dimes
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| If not that, I’m walking out with two fives
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| Change my ID for the cops, it’s not enough yet
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| Black male in short shorts, I’m double suspect
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| Ballin' since '83, half of 'em say he gay
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| Maybe that’s the reason I like Lady What-babies-say
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| I’m a problem, I’m lame as fuck homie
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| But I rap like these niggas ain’t got shit on me
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| Fuck the cool kids, not Chuck Inglish
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| But people who think that hatin on me makes them distinguished
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| Like, «What is this nigga doin? |
| Rap is for real blacks
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| I hate that fucking faggot, man, he think that we feel that»
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| Or «I wrote on rape culture my junior year at Brown
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| So I’m allowed to say what all his raps are about»
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| You better shut your mouth before I fuck it
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| You really hate my lyrics now or Kid Cudi’s? |
| Nigga
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| Runnin this thang, money insane
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| Busy getting brain like Krang
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| What, what’s my name?
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| In the woods, got these niggas usin' Mapquest
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| Man, fuck a backpacker
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| Niggas with OCD, N-W-O
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| All white like my clothes, CW shows
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| Nigga got signed, it’s an anomaly
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| No cosign: trigonometry
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| Man these niggas hate me
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| «Man, fuck you nigga… fuck you nigga!»
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| They real black like won’t show up on your camera phone
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| They real black like turn the flash on your camera on
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| They real black take shit, turn it into gold
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| I’m real black I survive when the pressure on
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| Upper echelon, bit my lip when I’m kissin' her
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| Clash of the Titans, baby your tits is titular
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| Listenin to some Kiss FM, she wanna hear Nicki Minaj
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| «Super Bass,» super face inside a garage
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| It’s not a massage, spa rap with a happy ending
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| Old niggas wanna assassinate me
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| It’s a shame, these kids was supposed to save rap
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| Fuck that, boat shoes and a wave cap
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| He don’t give back, how the fuck a nigga say that?
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| Summer in November I gave everyone a Maybach
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| Comin' on that payback, comin' on that mace took
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| I’m comin' on that real shit, I’m comin' on her Facebook
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| Fuck a backpacker with a rhino’s dick
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| I do me like a gyno chick, uh
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| Runnin this thang, money insane
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| Busy getting brain like Krang
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| What, what’s my name?
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| In the woods, got these niggas usin' Mapquest
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| Man, fuck these backpackers
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| Fuck these backpackers
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| Fuck these backpackers
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| Fuck these backpackers |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Backpackers, artist - Childish Gambino. Album song Camp, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп