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dj crue - higher love lyrics

[hook: childish gambino]
baby girl, you know what i want
let me do it to ya, do it to ya
let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[verse 1: childish gambino]
hovy with gl-sses, weezy but geeky
girls in the lobby tryin’ to meet me
i ain’t afraid to say it, yeah i love these hoes
and their gl-sses, and their jacket, and their hipster clothes
yes, i’m always on tour, what you mad at that for?
slamming that thing like a cadillac door
i love fast women, jackie joyner-kersee
have your cake and eat it, baby it’s your birthday
tell me what you wanna do, i will make it happen
i just wanna get you home and uh, uh, uh, uh, oh
yes, i’m drinking whiskey, baby i am gone tonight
nbc is not the only thing i’m coming on tonight
gross, why the f-ck i say these things?
it isn’t over, haven’t heard the chubby lady sing
everybody love me, call a n-gg- raymond
these weak n-gg-s always in your face like raybans
yes, i bring the heat, girl, fire, fireman
baby, i’m your hero, donald for spiderman
i’m in love with you, but this is not tennis
and baby stay stacked like she bad at tetris
rude boy, i rihanna that v-g-n-
tell your boy, good luck tryin’ to find ya

[hook: childish gambino]
baby girl, you know what i want
let me do it to ya, do it to ya
let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[verse 2: joey bada$$]
it all started with this special herb
then after that it came to s-xual words
i’m meeting shorty up to patch her a verse
she played bonnie and i collide with a vibe when i’m inside the walls
i cut my shorties on the side cause i decide that she all
mine’s, i keep her in my eyes at all times
not because i don’t trust her i just, can’t get enough of her
on the phone late until her mom dukes be cussing her
she played the hustler and i’m like mad customers
man swear i’m in love and ain’t afraid to admit it
be blowing up her line, man i swear i’m addicted, but
it’s all cool cause when in love we all fools
they say men lie and women lay naked that’s all foolin’
numbers don’t matter after the first night
right, so what the f-ck is love at the first sight
if you ask me, another stupid -n-logy
made to cover flaws in the female anatomy
but i’m a keep gradually telling these b-tches
don’t front, (don’t front)

[hook: childish gambino]
baby girl, you know what i want
let me do it to ya, do it to ya
let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[verse 3: kanye west]
you the number one trophy wife
so it’s only right to live the trophy life
you grew up on j. lo, timberlands by manolo now
till one day i put an angel in your ultra sound
i wanna dip that -ss in gold, i wanna dip that -ss in gold
i made it over nba, nfl players
so every time i score it’s like the super bowl
baby, we should hit the south of france
so you could run around without them pants
i put that glacier on your little hand
now that’s the only thing without a tan
my trophy on that bound bike, i gave you only pipe
if people don’t hate then it won’t be right
you could look at kylie, kendall, kourtney and khloe
all your mama ever made was trophies, right?

[hook: childish gambino]
baby girl, you know what i want
let me do it to ya, do it to ya
let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

- dj crue lyrics

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