Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freaks And Geeks, artist - Childish Gambino.
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Freaks And Geeks |
Alright, Gambino is a mastermind, fuck a bitch to pass the time |
Mass appeal, orange rind, smoke your green, I’m spendin' mine |
The beat is witches brew, but beware, this shit is potent |
E.E. cummin' on her face, now that’s poetry in motion |
Yeah, Gambino make it work, I’m the boss, move somethin' |
Yeah, this cool fuckin' suits me, swag two button |
Yeah, these girls be actin' crazy when they’re dancin': Black Swan |
I ain’t fuckin' at the club, put your clothes back on |
Yeah, this beat is a disaster, 9/11 this track |
Rappers wanna battle me, I have to mail their heads back |
And my clique make that dinero, so it’s time to meet the fuckers |
I am runnin' this bitch, you are just a dog walker |
Leavin' with your girl when we last seen each other |
Yeah, you fuckin' with the baddest like we tag team Rihanna |
Fly girl on her knees, she don’t wanna come near me |
Yeah, my dick is too big, there’s a big bang theory |
Got her picture in my iPhone, what do y’all think? |
While y’all niggas masturbate, I’m in that Ariel Pink |
If I am just a rapper, man, you could’ve fooled me |
I’m the shit, when these dudes talk, they talkin' bull me, ah |
Yeah, rah, rah, okay |
Alright, I’m down with the black girls of every single culture |
Filipino, Armenian girls on my sofa |
Yeah, I like a white girl, sometimes we get together |
Need a thick chick though |
So it’s black and yellow, black and yellow |
Love is a trip, but fuckin' is a sport |
Are there Asian girls here? |
Minority report |
Put your team on the map, Blake Griffin on the court |
Niggas bitin' off my tracks, need a knife and a fork |
We the illest, need a nurse, here’s the check, grab your purse |
Unless we fuckin', then I’ll pay for all the food on the Earth, man |
I got some pussy that was insane |
So insane, it’s an enemy of Batman |
I’m dominant, niggas call me faggot 'cause they closeted |
I’m hot as shit, comin' out the backside of a rocket ship |
It’s monster shit, you dudes are the opposite of Loch Nesses |
Respond to this, we can squash the beef right now like sausages |
Chillin' with my n-words, say it like a white kid |
Yes, your booty’s big as hers, say that to my white bitch |
So she don’t get embarrassed, my dick is made of carrots |
Bunnies wantin' to be fed it, I meant honeys, oh, forget it |
I have worked all winter, I will not fail summer |
In the back of a bush, like Gavin Rossdale’s drummer |
Yeah, my stinger’s in her flower, I hope she let me pollinate |
Workin' hard as shit, yeah, this beat is made from concentrate |
Nigga, can’t you tell that my sample of Adele |
Was so hot, I got these hood niggas blowin' up my cell? |
Swag out the ass, I’m the man, fuck chico |
Took the G out your waffle, all you got left is your ego |
Think about it for a second |
Man, we eatin', where’s your breakfast? |
Man, you hungry, have this sandwich |
Got my wallet, cheese, and lettuce |
An elephant never forgets, so my dick remembers everything |
Green inside your wallet is that pussy open sesame |
Runnin' the game, fuck am I sayin'? |
Runnin' the Earth, give me a month |
Told all you niggas I’m in it to win it |
'Cause havin' an Emmy just wasn’t enough |
You get sloppy drunk, I stay whiskey neat |
My clique should be cancelled: Freaks and Geeks |