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childish gambino – backpackers (terilekst remix) lyrics

[verse 1]
alright it’s childish baby, mr. talk-about-his-d-ck-again
nerdy–ss black kid, whatever, man, i’m sick of him
that well-spoken token, who ain’t been heard
the only white rapper who’s allowed to say the n-word
i buy a bunch of ’em and put it on my black card
now i got some street cred, use it ’til it’s maxed out
i got a girl on my arm, dude, show respect
something crazy and asian, virginia tech
she too fine, i do dimes
if not that, i’m walking out with two fives
change my id for the cops, it’s not enough yet
black male in short shorts, i’m double suspect
ballin’ since ’83, half of ’em say he g-y
maybe that’s the reason i like lady what-babies-say
i’m a problem, i’m lame as f-ck homie
but i rap like these n-ggas ain’t got sh-t on me
f-ck the cool kids, not chuck inglish
but people who think that hatin on me makes them distinguished
like, “what is this n-gga doin? rap is for real blacks
i hate that f-cking f-ggot, man, he think that we feel that”
or “i wrote on rape culture my junior year at brown
so i’m allowed to say what all his raps are about”
you better shut your mouth before i f-ck it
you really hate my lyrics now or kid cudi’s? n-gga

[hook]
runnin this thang, money insane
busy getting brain like krang
what, what’s my name?
in the woods, got these n-ggas usin’ mapquest
man, f-ck a backpacker

[verse 2]
n-ggas with ocd, n-w-o
all white like my clothes, cw shows
n-gga got signed, it’s an anomaly
no cosign: trigonometry
man these n-ggas hate me
“man, f-ck you n-gga…f-ck you n-gga!”
they real black like won’t show up on your camera phone
they real black like turn the flash on your camera on
they real black take sh-t, turn it into gold
i’m real black i survive when the pressure on
upper echelon, bit my lip when i’m kissin’ her
clash of the t-tans, baby your t-ts is t-tular
listenin to some kiss fm, she wanna hear nicki minaj
“super b-ss,” super face inside a garage
it’s not a m-ssage, spa rap with a happy ending
old n-ggas wanna -ss-ssinate me
it’s a shame, these kids was supposed to save rap
f-ck that, boat shoes and a wave cap
he don’t give back, how the f-ck a n-gga say that?
summer in november i gave everyone a maybach
comin’ on that payback, comin’ on that mace took
i’m comin’ on that real sh-t, i’m comin’ on her facebook
f-ck a backpacker with a rhino’s d-ck
i do me like a gyno chick, uh

[hook]
runnin this thang, money insane
busy getting brain like krang
what, what’s my name?
in the woods, got these n-ggas usin’ mapquest
man, f-ck these backpackers
f-ck these backpackers
f-ck these backpackers
f-ck these backpackers

- childish gambino lyrics

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