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childish gambino - the crawl lyrics

[hook]
where we were both kinda thing
betchya cry, all alone (x3)

[verse 1]
rec league, i ain’t handball
y’all be string like a broke guitar
and i still put it down like the family dog
yeah. i murder some, i murder one
explain it all, ferguson
we ain’t gotta sing the same old love song
cut a white girl with the same black gloves on
yeah what you saying to it?
old money look no money don’t do it
n-gg- coming round in they lane like a huey
and i’m only looking back if i’m looking at her booty
(at her boooty)
so ratchet now, they wanna smoke a n-gg-s but they black & mild
so we opted out
ok cool

[hook]
where we were both kinda thing
betchya cry, all alone (x3)

[verse 2]
blue drink by the bouquet ’til i’m blue faced on a tuesday
(can i have some?)
#n-gg-sbelike
put a plus eighteen on that e-vite
and i said what i felt, no re-write
nah nah, they can’t hold me
shrooms a lot, drop something
i double dare you, i’m marc summers
i scortch women, i’m turnt up
gut n-gg-s, so curb balling
elle varner got a crush on him
i gotta wait in line for that
ain’t n-body got time for that
ain’t n-body gotta rhyme with that
too true like 2 chainz
blue blood like wolf gang

[hook]
where we were both kinda thing
betchya cry, all alone (x3)

- childish gambino lyrics

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