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childish gambino - real estate lyrics

real estate
(feat. alley boy, sw-nk, tina fey)

[hook: childish gambino]
i got a pj for the whole crew
p-ssport looking old news
champagne in a gl-sshouse
old money know what i’m about
put your money in that real estate
i put my money in that real estate
i put my money in that real estate
n-gg- i’m from georgia that’s the realest state

[verse 1: childish gambino]
i’m feeling like new zealand, charge it to the am-x
gotta use that latex or she living like a princess
they don’t wake you up in private, let a n-gg- sleep
i got houses in the mountains, man will smith live down the street
got that generation money my grandkids are -ssholes
stacking something dummy every verse i got got cash flow
monaco they loved me, i’m wearing something ugly
but they still know i’m rich though so my doo-rag lookin’ stuffy
rollin’ with the royalty kauai is just my camelot
gl-sshouse, champagne, white shirt, no socks, no top saint bart’s
pushin’ 997’s like i’m making f-ckin’ phone calls
half a mill is low bar
lot of diamonds light bright, whiskey older than betty white
spot me on dalmatian coast, croatian girls salvation us
make something of myself man
somebody let’em know, ‘cuz it’s that eastside n-gg-

[hook]

[verse 2: alley boy]
ridin’ around with a whole meal, real estate can a n-gg- live
gold slug no ice grill, deal with molly, no ecs pill
georgia n-gg- i’m a-town, eastside nation wide
rep n-gg- like tim briggs, killed them, homicide
real estate that’s my estate georgia pizza like big meech
mason ave, that’s my street, we sellin’ crack on front street
old money got dust on it, old chopper got rust on it
new crib, ticket on it, just cashed out seven figures on it
baby momma, stank b-tch fought child support, i’m too rich
p-ssy hoe got lucky, you can pay your bills on my d-ck
my driver license’s suspended, but i’m still ridin’ in a bentley
i’m still strapped with that semi, real estate we winnin’
me and childish gambino, plenty chips no casino
poppin’ bottles with models they gon’ suck us up pr-nto
put my grill in your real estate, know i come from that realest state
n-gg-s eating off paper plates, we just copped them new audi 8s

[hook (x2)]

[outro 1: sw-nk]
man atlanta showing love too, man
shout out to eastside, shout out to southside, westside
and for the north side, man them n-gg-s up there be testin’
ain’t nothing changed man, we still get money out here
royalty forever in this b-tch
gambino n-gg-, you know what i’m saying?
that new sh-t man
one time for the one time man, real n-gg- stand up
two times for the bad b-tches, three for the rich
you know what i’m talking about?
you know what it is man, yeah man
money talk, bullsh-t walkin’ marathon
real n-gg-s know what i’m talking about
royalty forever motherf-cker
gambino forever motherf-cker
get used to it, royalty n-gg-, royalty motherf-cker
motherf-cking eastside stand up, stone mountain, l-town
we in this b-tch like we f-cking a dog or some sh-t my n-gg-
man y’all motherf-ckers already know what it is
royalty forever in this b-tch, b-tch n-gg-s fall back
real recognize real and y’all sucka n-gg-s ain’t it
you feel me? man don’t watch me, watch tv
wait, ‘bino on that sh-t too, god d-mn
man we gettin’ that white people money, you heard that?
matter of fact tina, tell these n-gg-s what i’m talking about one time

[outro 2: tina fey]
yeah we in here, we in this thing
gambino is forever, royalty is forever
we ballin’ ’till we f-ckin’ up the hardwood homey
this is the life we live, son
my president is black and my prius is blue motherf-cker
royalty all day, we droppin’ racks in nordstroms son
that’s racks on racks d-mn it
you feel me? you feel me?
this is the part where most people would say something crazy and drop the n-word after it
not going to, not gonna do that
i don’t feel comfortable
i’m out!

- childish gambino lyrics

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