| Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked
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| Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok
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| Got her hair done, French braids, now she A$AP
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| Bino so insensitive, she asking, «Why you say that?!»
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| I’m chillin', real nigga feeling
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| Rich kid, asshole: paint me as a villain
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| Still spitting that cash flow: DJ Khaled
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| I got a penthouse on both coasts, pH balance
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| Real nigga, I rep those, why though? |
| Cause I said so
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| Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds
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| I got more tail than that PetCo, you faker than some Sweet’N Low
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| Yeah, you got some silverware, but really are you eating though?
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| Are you eating though? |
| Nigga, are you eating though?
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| Breakfast, lunch and dinner’s for beginners, you ain’t even know
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| Never catching cases, why they faces look so e-m-o?
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| Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano
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| My architect know Japanese, yo' girl, she chalky knees
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| No hands like soccer teams and y’all fuck boys like Socrates
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| You niggas ain’t copping these, niggas ain’t looking like me
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| Nah, I ain’t checking I.D. |
| but I bounce 'em with no problem
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| Tell 'em, Problem (Problem!)
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| I’m winnin', yeah, yeah, I’m winnin'
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| Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain
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| Don’t be mad cause I’m doing me better than you doing you
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| Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon' do?
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| Different color, my passport, Instagram my stack load
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| Hashtag my day wear and your girl drink my day care.
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| And I’m born rich, life ain’t fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
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| Ain’t nobody sicker and my Fisker «vroom, vroom, «ho
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| Ain’t nobody
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| Fiskers don’t make noise when they start up, just so you know
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| Top of the Hold 'em totem, rich forever, a million was not the «a
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| My father owned half of MoMA and did it with no diploma
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| Year off, got no rules, tripping off of them toadstools
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| More green than my Whole Foods and I’m too fly, Jeff Goldblum
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| Got a glass house in the Palisades, that a-k-a
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| White hood, white hood, (okay-kay-kay)
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| Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA
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| So Maserati, you whipping a Kia
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| Spending this money, it’s longer than Nia
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| Live like a Coppola, me and Sofia
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| Waking up broke, man, wouldn’t wanna be ya
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| Friends with the dope man, help a nigga re-up
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| Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her
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| «Err-err-err-err»: onomatopoeia, oh, I got my cool on! |
| (tailormade)
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| I’m winning so they had to dump the Gatorade
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| And I don’t give a fuck about my family name |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song IV. Sweatpants , by - Childish Gambino. Song from the album Because the Internet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп