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letra de tell me - childish gambino

[intro: heems]
rap rap, ahaha
rap rap, ahaha
hip-hop rap, ahaha
rap, yo

[heems]
i’m a soldier, i’m a mastermind
flashing in the flashiest fashions that the masters buy
p-ssersby p-ssing me asking me if they can match this fly
maybe with a mastercard, ask this guy

[childish gambino]
i got a rush card, so i gotta stunt hard
rush limballin’ while i’m listenin’ to tune yards
baby put your shoes on, we gon’ turn the club out
dammit i broke my foot again, i might have to sub out
nostalgia, ultra, you hang with vultures
n-gg- we eatin’ good like we oprah’s roaches
buenos noches

[heems]
buenos dias
frida khalo, papas fritas
we eatin’ good so they think we free masons
i’m about my paper like wb mason
i’m about my paper like a staples or an office max
never have to off a cap, makin’ money off of rap
he went from potential abortion stat
to the cat that pay his mama’s mortgage cash
lookin’ fancy in a foreign flash
chammomele tea that we pour with splash

[childish gambino]
yeah, remember frutopia? that sh-t was delicious
but snapple came back around and put ’em out of business
um, that’s a snapple fact, used to eat apple jacks
that’s that heems rhyme that i’m usin’ for this battle rap
still got love for you, nothin’ like them other dudes
i am fly, you hudson news
leave mcs with cuts and bruise
comfortable like huxtables, but f-ck eating my vegetables

[heems]
yo, how come they don’t sell batteries on the train no more?
i guess it’s cause the ipod came out
i guess it’s cause the ipod came out
yeah, i’m fresher than samantha, strange man
aguala catch me up in walhala, i’ll holla
i put snapple in vitamin water for two bucks
pepsi came and bought it, for nothin’ like what the f-ck?
i’m from national wholesale liquidators
rock bottom, odd lot and all the haters
does benihana even sell wontons?
donald just put me on a bonton

[childish gambino]
yes i did man, i godd-mn did
i’m five foot ten, i might just win
i’m tryin’ not to die like them
laid out in the street like mr. hooper, n-gg-
i remember havin’ to eat two scoops for dinner
but it’s all good, post obama and post ye
three six got an oscar, it’s all okay
man, i beg your pardon, trayvon martin
atlanta is my home, but we treated like martians
i used to be a square like a marlboro carton
like, n-gg-s wasn’t callin’ me n-gg- like last week
only n-gg- in some liquor brown pants as we speak
yeah, gambino say it twice, atm machine, nawmean?

- childish gambino

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