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childish gambino - sweatpants lyrics

[verse 1: childish gambino & {problem}]
watching haters wonder why gambino got the game locked
half-thai thickie, all she wanna do is bangkok
got her hair done, french braids, now she a$ap
bino so insensitive, she asking “why you say that!”
i’m chillin’, real n-gg- feeling
rich kid, -sshole, paint me as a villian
still spitting that cash flow, dj khaled
i got a penthouse on both coasts, ph balance
real n-gg-, i rep those, why though? cause i said so
hip deep in the pepto, i got five on her like ben folds
i got more tail than that petco, you faker than some sweet’n low
yeah, you got some silverware, but really are you eating though?
are you eating though? n-gg-, are you eating though?
breakfast, lunch and dinner’s for beginners, you ain’t even know
never catching cases, why they faces look so e-m-o?
watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano
my architect know j-panese, yo’ girl, she jocking me
no hands like soccer teams and y’all f-ck boys like socrates
you n-gg-s ain’t copping these, n-gg-s ain’t looking like me
nah, i ain’t checking i.d. but i found some with no problem
tell ’em, problem (problem! )

[bridge: childish gambino]
i’m winnin’, yeah, yeah, i’m winnin’ (x3)
rich kid, -sshole, paint me as a villain

[hook: problem]
don’t be mad cause i’m doing me better than you doing you (x3)
better than you doing you, f-ck it, what you gon’ do?

[verse 2: childish gambino]
different color, my p-ssport, instagram my stack load
hashtag my day wear and your girl drink my day care
and i’m born rich, life ain’t fair (silver spoon c–n, ho)
ain’t n-body sicker and my fisker “vroom, vroom”, ho
ain’t n-body–
fiskers don’t make noise when they start up, just so you know
top of the hold’em totem, rich forever, a million was not the quota
my father owned half of moma and did it with no diploma
year off, got no rules, tripping off of them toad stools
more green than my whole foods and i’m too fly, jeff goldblum
got a gl-ss house in the palisades, that a-k-a
white hood, white hood, (okay-kay-kay)
furniture custom, you shop at ikea
so maserati, you whipping a kia
spending this money, it’s longer than nia
just like a coppola, me and sofia
waking up broke, man, wouldn’t wanna be ya
friends with the dopeman, help a n-gg- re-up
bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when i see her
“err-err”, onomatopoeia, oh, i got my cool on!
i’m winning so they had to dump the gatorade
and i don’t give a f-ck about my family name

[hook: problem]
don’t be mad cause i’m doing me better than you doing you (x3)
better than you doing you, f-ck it, what you gon’ do?

- childish gambino lyrics

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