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letra de tru dudes - childish gambino

is it really that bad that my clothes is tight?
that i hydrate babes like pedialyte
that i stay rock hard like a meteorite
but your homeboy here was an idiot right?
well, ya thought wrong, i got flavor
i rock shows with the blue lightsaber
i hit dimes but also date eighters
blow up like al-qaeda
i’m in kicks that you can’t buy yet
ya kicks okay like your name wyatt
care bear clockers
haters wanna snack my heat like firefighters
boys out there think they just like me
naw naw, y’all funny, y’all from ucb?
y’all standin’ in line, i’m in vip
y’all know sh-t ’bout me like tip, hah!
ooh, b-m b-mb-mb-m b-m b-mb-mb-m
think your voice’s funny man, that’s kind of hilarious
i’m the rapper makin’ noise when there’s shadow in your area
i’m like a? cause i’m a little aquaceous
i do it for the hotties with the bodies bodacious
i’m high pitched, might flip if ya diss my node
think chris ain’t the sh-t, you can kiss my chode
weak -ss sales, not too early to boast
seriously bro, hand over the security code
because my rhymes so fresh, green grocers’ gotta spray ’em
fired all my lawyers cause i didn’t wanna pay ’em
from the pm to the am i’ll slay ’em with the sawed-off
make a little money and i’ll smoke the marijuana
mc without glover is matubb without wigs
jamming peed the bottle with the grocer on her kids
one smokes khan, the other smokes mids
let’s mix it up a little like the dj did
black and white cookie
smokin’ in the alley cause you know we’re playin’ hooky
we’re up to no good, please don’t tell our mamas
? cause we got this for obama
sick of the old yellow, money like bank tellers
the chicks that i’m with are thicker thank nutella
y’all need to switch quick and get with a slick fella
cause i’m bout to go rihanna like i’m an umbrella
come over to my place, we can cut like shears
and make some mistakes like jamie lynn spears
i’m nasty? no. forward? yes
i’m hip to the game, you’re a rook like chess
my money so long that they call it john silver’s
your money so light that it float like pillows
oopsy, killers, you can see
they close up shop when the clerks see me
i’m not kanye, but my collar’s popped
cause the bro’s like soda, i sh-t you not
this sh-t’s bright orange, fanta shade
you got the yellow face, that’s my lemon aide
i’mma try to stay tight like girls that f-ck hard
stay in the bay with green like brett farve

- childish gambino

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