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letra de sour faces - childish gambino

[verse 1: jay rock]
do i have to rob peter just to pay paul
just to get a blessing and to get my point across?
play the game to win, get the money and the cars
p-ssy come free when you handle business like a boss
in that gs regal, watch me sw-ng it like a porsche
one for sitting hard, knockin’ pictures off the wall
b-tch i’m out here d-gg-n’, and i got ’em droppin’ charge
used to push the great white like i was swimmin’ with the sharks
i was dead broke, tell ’em presidents they resurrected
and my dead pockets they was lifeless ’til i sold them records
i’m in the magazine posing with my n-gg-
double xl wide sell on a n-gg-
i’m so high, i could bring h-ll on a n-gg-
lifetime bars no bail for a n-gg-
b-tches keep head and tail for a n-gg-
think i sold my soul away, this ice fell on a n-gg-r

[verse 2: childish gambino]
play this in your car, give ’em sour face
play this, play this in the club, give ’em sour face
n-gg-, when they hear it, that’s that sour face
n-gg- lookin’ at me crazy, that’s that sour face
ring the alarm, comme des garçons
lunch with a bunch of my n-gg-s at the pond
bowflex like a dummy, instrumental hungry
places that i’m stayin’ got more whites than all my laundry
life of a kennedy, james dean roll out
summer spent in places most my people never know about
gettin’ mama new house, for now i’m f-ckin’ wearin’ it
fourth of july, b-tch, my sh-t be so american
bless the chick i’m marryin’, keep the whole estate intact
bless the son i didn’t have, sprayed ’em on her lower back
focus on them roaches, i ain’t never goin’ back
wine is so precocious, sippin’ on somebody’s yacht
real money’s never seen, whole thing cl-ssic
think about in 10 years, change your whole mindset
back when i would still sweat five gs
back when i was hookin’ up with ali brie—stunt!
yeah, it’s east side forever, b-tch
hate mail comin’ from these n-gg-s who was never rich
or never poor, or never fly
or seen somebody get wet up outside of golden glide
hot 107, nine dreams when i run through
man, that’s fam, steve, sw-nk, that’s the whole crew
monster like a muppet, wallet warren buffett
camp was last year but i ain’t ever have to rough it
lookin’ fresh from the mcflys up
you don’t know about ’em, better wise up
busy with them rollers, i don’t carry mine
(busy with them rollers, i don’t carry mine)

- childish gambino

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