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childish gambino - da man lyrics

(seriously though, i got one question: who’s the best [?] you’ve ever had?)

gambino’s the tightest (what?)
gambino’s the tightest (oh, thank you)
gambino’s the tightest (alright, okay)
gambino’s the tightest (uh+huh, now, alright)
gambino’s the tightest (get up, get up) (let’s be like bonnie raitt and give you somethin’ to talk about)
gambino’s the tightest (get up, get up) (y’all don’t want to talk about [?] and sh+t)
gambino’s the tightest (get up, get up)

you can tell when i walk (uh)
you can tell when i rap (d+mn)
they a scrawny motherf+cker with a black backpack
you a whack emcee thеrefore i’ve nеver heard of you
where i’m from, [?]s call me suburban murderer
gambino, yeah you’ve heard of me
from atlanta to new york, so they tell you the same
i’m the [?] that you figure for the fortune and fame, like

the black kids your parents are really cool with
until it hits one of your brothers with a pool stick
rollin’ down the street with a new ten+speed
hit a pine tree (skirrrrt) ’cause i’m really high off weed
the nice, cute boy that doesn’t really have a dad
saying college need to polish up his game to get lit
show the girls the love so we can break bread like… d+mn
the city’s pretty bad but the suburbs are even worse
these [?] overcompensate, they try to seem persian
they sell crack in a bottlecap for a dollar
the girl down the street sucks your d+ck for a quarter
the boys roll hard when they they try to steal a phone
stole a gun from my uncle while they talk on the phone
showed it to ’em once, and then they left me alone like

why you tryna act like you just don’t know?
i wear a clean hoodie and a fat afro
i freestyle at every major event
they call me up when they can’t find fifty cent
(50 cent?)
no, not the rapper, the currency
i rap for a dime if it’s an emergency

i sleep all day and i ride all night
i stay dirty like underdrawers when you don’t wipe (disgusting)
i’m vastly learned in techniques
my rhyme’s nsync and my flow is backstreet
and then i lay down to go sleep
and count sheep that i stole from bo peep

with this last line, i’m gonna start beef with a fictional rapper i made up
so f+ck you, m.c. b+ttercup
(aw, yeah
oh, sh+t. oh. cr+p. this sucks. sh+t
thi++ ugh. this cd is not starting well. at all.)

- childish gambino lyrics

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