I don't need the paper No Will Smith went off without a hitch man C-H-I-L-D it's the ISH man Do sixteen bars no wristband I'll always be childish, call
a balcony, a star crossed lover do ya love to(?) what are you up to this weekend? I'm free Till then I'll just shine and let you find me (Childish Gambino
[Verse 1] Niggas wanna have some, all I wants to have it all They wanted something different, nigga problem solved Drunk off the high life, death is when
six beach cruisers And if we could we'd ride with every kid right on the handlebars We are just some rappers like some fat kid ate the candy bars (Childish Gambino
I do not talk, I am just a rapper. Childish Gambino, doper than twenty kilos Feeling me no Aveeno, pardon me that's my ego. Nigga I'm on, my swagga on
I am the shit I hold heat like cigarettes No one else is doing this Work this hard you get respect I don't sleep, I dream awake Swear this life's like
I got this money, baby. I wanna spend it on you I got this Sunday, baby. I wanna spend it with you We can do what you like. I promise then, I'll be true
bitch: actor, writer, rapper Nigga I do all of it Lactose tolerant, addicted to cheddar And I spent it on a jacket man I don't know no better Yeah it's Childish Gambino
Dude wit a hoodie and hair in cornrows Wit a dick size bigger than niggas in pornos That satisfy cuz they know that I care physically I walk inside the
be building my portfolio All these other dudes eradicated like polio With any luck you'll see me everywhere like Starbucks I bet you wanna fuck me when it's time to star buck (Childish Gambino
I got this money, baby. I wanna spend it on you. I got this Sunday, baby. I wanna spend it with you. We can do what you like. I promise that I'll be
Sing. Uh. Aye. Aye. Aye. Aye. Aye. Aye. Aye. Aye. I do not talk. I do not talk. I am just a rapper. Childish Gambino, hot as a flaming cheeto i'm
This is exactly what I wanted All my fans love me Dad is proud of me Momma cries for me Cause she know there ain't sleep in my schedule Having nightmares
never have a weak day, my life's a long weekend Fuckin' with ya raw, bitch. My mouth should get tested Sleepin' on a nigga, hope you feel well rested Gambino
I do not talk, I am just a rapper Stompin' on these niggas like a whack-a-mole with no hands Get girls on the floor like slow jams Fuck yeah, I'm feelin
in the fourth grade I had a crush on Tia Smith sixth grade and this crush is turned to Beatrice but they don't like me because I'm too nice and I'm kinda
My names Bambino, im always in trouble I do studpid shit on a dare like double Thinking your games tight, im gonna bust your bubble I shop at Gucci and
the peppers in your burrito Getting cheddar and cream, if you know what I mean Yeah, I know what you mean, home girl mistaken She think Gambino won't
