CHILDISH GAMBINO – Girls Look Better

Girls look better in a real tight sweater [5X]
Girls girls look better in a real tight sweat
Girls look better in a real tight sweater
Tight sweater, tight-ti-ti, tight sweater [2X]
Girls look better in a real tight sweater [2X]
Girls girls look better in a real tight sweater

[Childish Gambino]
Girls look better in a real tight sweater
Gambino on the mic make the pussy much wetter
Try to get the girls, call the guy go getter
Tight jeans and Converse sneakers (tight sweater)
No cheddar, go home in a rogue letter
It’s a college center, so my financial aid’s better
You better dead her, yo that girl’s goin crazy
She got a twinkle in her eye like she wants to have a baby
Maybe I should call her up on a Saturday
Take her to a dinner and a movie, Braves game, maybe
we can call her up again
You lookin good girl, you should bring your friends
And I don’t really talk shit, I’m a douche and a bad rapper
I’d act faster, but my tongue’s in a black plaster
If your girl shops in sizes that are too small let her
cause girls look better in a real tight sweater

[Chorus]

CHILDISH GAMBINO – Get Like Me

Dude with a hoodie and hair in cornrows
With a dick size bigger than niggas in pornos
That satisfy cause they know that I care physically
I walk inside the party and know I’m the man instantly
I hate bars, I can’t stand the clubs neither
I’m not dancing I’m fuckin havin a seizure
A lyrical legend lately lot a punks wish they
Got that ice needed for niggas to call them pimps; bull shit
I bite niggas heads off call me alligator
I wear bright clothes like a pack of now and laters
My hood is darth vader, cause that’s my light saber
And my golf socks will prolly make your eyes dilated
Pimp juice concentrated, my swagger fresh squeezed
And them haters can’t stand it cause they got weak knees
Treat banks like restaurants pass the cheese please
I’m the bees knees I got little kids sayin like:
Get Like me
Get get like me

My flow is retarded, call me rainman
Cause I make it rain man!
My hoodie print bright like a fuckin toucan!
What’s the frequency ken?
Kickin it with french girls like the can-can
We can be friends, call me adam
Cause I am the man.
Let me put it like this
Rappin ain’t easy, there’s only bein weezy and jeezy, kanyeeze
Boys wanna be me, but my swaggers off the heezy
Call me crime mob, I run the big apple like my names Steve Jobs
My shoes custom made, white top bright green
My pants top shelf so I call em’ high jeans
My clock is sick like the hospital
So if you somebody bobb’n street I’m probably responsible
If I got some extra dough, I’m bout to buy these kiddies a bunch of ice cream
Not the food, but the shoes so they walkin down the street like
Get like me
Get get like me

CHILDISH GAMBINO – Extraordinary

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I ain’t your ordinary nigga
Look around, this ain’t what ordinary gets ya

[Childish Gambino]
Bam-B, the one like Neo
You didn’t see it comin, reverse Miss Cleo
I’m C-P30, or better yet Anakin
when it comes to lightsabers that I’m handlin
I used to be king of the whack look
Now I stay king of the MacBook
Yes MacBook, where you write your numbers down
Yeah boy, I got girls in and out of town
You got it wrong like saying OJ, IJ
Stop the rumors; Asian girls don’t got sideways
I gotta fuck every shade of latte
I gotta flow like my mouth to Kanye’s
These niggaz think that I’m playin I ain’t sayin nothin
I’ll fuck your girl on the burner, I’m so top stuffing
You can’t stop nothin, I’m (The Juggernaut)
That’s why your B’s sweet on me like I’m butterscotch
Yeah we run a lot, boy the Track Runners here
I’m Elroy we jet sun out the atmosphere
Let me make it clear, I’m your inner fear
And I’m taking over please don’t interfere

[Chorus]

[Childish Gambino]
Ungh! I’m the streets desire
You gettin too old man, please retire
Don’t make me carry you like I’m liar liar
Bring the heat like a monster, I’m (Elmo’s Fire)
I’m too busy spittin shit with a socialite
I’m too busy sittin bitch with some model types
Yes sir, my girls look like Rihanna twice
with some packed bags, yeah, they ain’t goin home tonight
Get your camera phone, prove you seen me
or else you’ll be with friends like “Please believe me!”
I’m (All That), I am (Kel and Kenan)
Nigga I come hard like I’m filled with semen
These rappers bore me, gun talk with black clothes
Y’all let me know when y’all let 1998 go
Y’all niggaz scared to grow! I’m never scared to go
anywhere that’s new I go outside y’all niggaz stay at home
But that’s alright dude; I’m a special guy
Y’all been wantin to rap since you were ankle high
And I’ve been wantin to rap since like what, ’05?
Do the math man, how are you one of the best alive?
Bam-B, yes me, best out there
Tryin to get universal like healthcare
So fresh, so clean, like a new pair
When you get to the top, what’cha do there?

[Chorus]

CHILDISH GAMBINO – Freaks And Geeks

[Verse 1:]
Gambino is a mastermind, fuck a bitch to pass the time
Mass Appeal, orange rind, smoke your green, I’m spendin’ mine
The beat is witches brew, but beware this shit is potent
E.E. cummin’ on her face, now that’s poetry in motion
Yeah, Gambino make it work, I’m the boss move somethin’
Yeah, this cool fuckin’ suits me, swag two button
These girls be actin’ crazy when they’re dancin’, Black Swan
I ain’t fuckin’ at the club, put your clothes back on
This beat is a disaster, 9/11 this track
Rappers wanna battle me, I have to mail their heads back
And my clique make that dinero, so it’s time to meet the Fockers
I am runnin’ this bitch, you are just a dog walker
Leavin’ with your girl when we last seen each other
You fuckin’ with the baddest like we tag team Rihanna
Fly girl on her knees, she don’t wanna come near me
My dick is too big, there’s a big bang theory
Got her picture in my iPhone, what do y’all think?
While y’all niggas masturbate, I’m in that Ariel Pink
If I am just a rapper man, you coulda fooled me
I’m the shit, when these dudes talk, they talkin’ bull me

[Verse 2:]
I’m down with the black girls of every single culture
Filipino, Armenian girls on my sofa
Yeah I like the white girls, sometimes we get together
Need a thick chick though, so it’s black and yellow, black and yellow
Love is a trip, but fuckin’ is a sport
Are their Asian girls here? Minority Report
Put your team on the map, Blake Griffin on the court
Niggas bitin’ off my tracks, need a knife and a fork
We the illest, need a nurse, here’s the cheque, grab your purse
Unless we fuckin’, then I’ll pay for all the food on the Earth, man
I got some pussy that was insane
So insane, it’s an enemy of Batman
I’m Dominant, niggas call me faggot cause they closeted
I’m hot as shit, comin’ outta the backside of a rocket ship
It’s Monster shit, you dude’s are the opposite of Lochnesses
Respond to this, we can squash the beef right now like sausages
Chillin’ with my n-words, say that like a white kid
Yes you’re booty’s big as hers, say that to my white bitch
So she don’t get embarrassed, my dick is made of carrots
Bunnies wantin’ to be fed and I meant honeys, oh forget it
I have worked all Winter, I will not fail Summer
In the back of the bush, like Gavin Rossdale’s drummer
Yeah, my stinger’s in her flower, I hope she let’s me pollenate
Workin’ hard as shit, yeah this beat is made from concentrate
Nigga can’t you tell that my sample of Adele
Was so hot, I got these hood niggas blowin’ up my cell?
Swag out the ass, I’m the man, fuck chico
Took the G out your waffle, all you got left is your ego
Think about it for a second, man we eatin’, where’s your breakfast?
Man, you hungry have this sandwich, got my wallet, Cheese and Lettuce
An elephant never forgets, so my dick remembers everythin’
Green inside your wallet is that pussy open sesame
Runnin’ the game, fuck am I sayin’, runnin’ the Earth, give me a month
Told all you niggas I’m in it to win it cause havin’ an Emmy just wasn’t enough
You get sloppy drunk, I stay whiskey neat
My clique should be cancelled, Freaks and Geeks

CHILDISH GAMBINO – Eat Your Vegetables

[Verse 1]
D-Money ho
All we do is tell them so
Why we look professional
And you look like a talent show
All we do is bank, royalty forever
Find a bad bitch, bring her home like a veteran
Make her waffles, with pecans
I’m eating, one free hand
Been saying that we roll with the illest
Like roaches in the kitchen, go and watch a nigga kill it
I’m a P-I-M-P, why we spelling
Cause there’s K-I-Ds around
DeKalb County, where you at
If you with me, holla back
ATL done got them here
Bankhead Row turned Hollowell
Percocet’s for my kinfolk
My girl look like Miss Info
Y’all been slow, I been told
Y’all Kinkos, copy ho
No I ain’t drunk, I just text badly
Running through paper like a pep rally
When I’m in your city better get rowdy
I spit Downy, no shit ’bout me
Stone Mountain Georgia, got something for ya
Killing bars, I’m a lawyer
Baby drinking Goya, girl put your shades on
Man I die for my hood, Trayvon

[Hook]
D-Money, get em, get em, get em
D-Money, get em, get em, get em
D-Money, get em, get em, get em
D-Money, get em, get em, get em

[Verse 2]
He talk shit, he better not
Rap game, my wet spot
I fucked y’all, you fucked up
Like white girls with dreadlocks
So dread not, I rowboat
These hoes know, no photos
My girl ball like Lobo
Then she blow my Casey
And Jojos, where the fuck my money at
In the hood like I’m fixing a Pontiac
On deck with a gang of black Kennedies
Eight goons and they all got felonies
Still getting money like white folks
Still got quotes like Geico
I don’t know French, that’s my fruit
Never not funny like fat jokes
(Like when someone is like, “what happened to Chris?”
And you turn around and there’s a fat guy that kind of looks like Chris
And you like, “oh shit” and laughing and shit)
And I’m back in this bitch
And I’m black and I’m rich
And I’m cashing it in for some fashion and sin
For some matching with them, yeah
Got a stank ho with me
Driving around and I run the whole city
Everybody know she got ten gold biddies
But nobody cares like it’s J-Cole/Diggy
Jordon Diddy on my stereo
High on shrooms like Mario
Salvia, shamanic drugs
Fuck my life, they on to us
I’m fly as fuck

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Fuck y’all, I come hard
Like Spongebob, my friends stars
Like Friendster, nobody gonna remember you
Whack dudes, they like you
But only for a day or two
They hated you
From now on, like D-Money
Like faze on, I hate on that
Lame song they play on, that play on
I can’t take, royalty
On my shit, on my dick
I can’t wait
Toe to toe, I bang shit
Homophobes on gay shit
You don’t know the hoes I hang with
My bungalow’s like Vegas
Had a couple million but I put them in her stomach
She like, “oh my god, I’m coming”
I kiss her neck and she love it
Yeah we got a safe word, so we never use it
And I’m hiding all these bruises in a shirt I got from Houston
Got her using the acoustics
In my cruiser’s new Isuzu
And who knew I’d be on Hulu with two dudes I used to Google
I’m frugal with time, every girl’s a dime
When your bank account’s mine

[Hook]

CHILDISH GAMBINO – Bronchitis

Fiji water and a box of old Raisinets
I got a real taste for dyin’ but I ain’t do it yet
I tried to watch The Artist with my girlfriend
But instead I lost the battle with some NyQuil
Playing Double Dribble with my older cousin
Now I’m ballin’ everyday so dude that’s gotta stand for something
But it doesn’t change the subject
Man, I’m hustlin’, sandals cuttin’ up
My ankles, please and thank you
Demons hate you when you angel
Never been to prison, but I serve a sentence
Grind when you -
I’m sharin’ experiments with Seventh Day Adventists
And on the seventh day, I’ma show y’all what the event is
Dollar signs, bottom line
Speak the truth and everybody gon’ hate you
Unless it’s funny
That’s how I used to make money
I don’t roll with the old, yeah they want something from me
Why the flow so dummy, why do hoes still love me?
I don’t know, don’t bug me
I’m patron or bubbly or power, old culture
Ain’t nobody sober
My mama don’t drink but she kill me over soda
Damn homie, man you famous like Kony
My cousin bang Camp man (My cousin bang Camp man)
ATLien made it myself about a month
Just enough to get, to get my rows in a duck
Just enough to make a faithful man wanna fuck
Girls be tweetin’ me their pictures, man I gotta look
And most of ‘em couldn’t handle the panels in my comic’s book
This rapper’s book, this writer’s book
They kinda shook
It’s not a hook

[Interlude]

[Hook]
I be killin’ every nigga with bronchitises
I be killin’ every nigga with bronchitises

CHILDISH GAMBINO – Break (All Of The Lights)

Turn on the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y’all to see this
Turn on the lights in here, baby
Know what I mean, want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the-

Hollerin’ at this Japanese girl, Asian mommy
But is it too soon for Japanese girls? Too tsunami?
Is it racist if I say she tastes like edamame?
Was I supposed to stay uncool? Please remind me

Yeah, it’s Cheezy, ho
I’m so cheesy, ho, my swag’s got high cholesterol
I know y’all girls, I met them all
You’re her ex-man like Cannonball
I ain’t got shit to say to ya, I’m known for bad behavior

Look at me
Man, I went to the W from Double Tree
Makin’ out with girls who black and yellow like a bumblebee
Can I live up to all this hype they have for me? It’s hard to tell
But these girls I’m kissin’ chase the blues away like Gargamel

I’m back in the game, coach put me in
T-Pain flow, all I do is win
With a glass full of McCallan to mess me up
With the cash we can throw out unless we fuck

Dopeness

After this I hit the highway
I’m headin’ west like I’m fuckin’ blowin’ Kanye
Read the fuckin’ news, Huey Lewis, nigga
You can’t go ham, you’s a Jewish nigga

Donald Glover, you don’t have to call me “Childish”
Except for when I’m flirting with your half-Latino stylist
Photoshoot, beachhouse playin’ Beach House, free wireless
So I can post these pictures on my Web site of her smilin’

I kissed this girl I’ve liked since back when I was just a sophomore
But I’m afraid to text her “What the fuck it take so long for?! ”
What the fuck has changed? It it swagger? Is it money?
I still dress the fuckin’ same and my nose is still as ugly
As the day you fuckin’ met me

They tellin’ me I’m the rapper for these white kids
‘Cause black kids can’t possibly like the same shit
I wanna bring you back to the studio, try and get your number
These black girls with natural hair who keep up with their tumblrs

I like it when you tweet me, you smell like baby lotion
I wanna suck your breasts and finger blast to Frank Ocean
Her pussy tastes like vanilla, tasty ho
Clown niggas then I kill ‘em, Gacy flow

It’s crazy how these labels and these blogs are on my dick
I’m Pryor in his last years: comedian who’s sick
Fuck, but I am sick, seriously, I don’t feel so good
‘Cause I don’t get sleep, and I’m always travelin’
And I don’t go home, and my friends don’t call
‘Cause I turned off my phone

I’ve made mistakes, I bumped my head
Inside of this girl, inside of my bed
Whatever, man, I’m just havin’ fun
I’m sorry that I fucked her but now you know that she’s not the one
I’m doin’ you a favor, like every time I rhyme or write a script or do a movie
There’s a million ways to shine, choose one

Instead of what you’re doing tonight
I am Donald, coming soon, we got all of the lights

Turn on the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y’all to see this
Turn on the lights in here, baby
Know what I mean, want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the-

CHILDISH GAMBINO feat. Nipsey Hussle – Black Faces

Turn that beat up for me
Really everything, like the headphones
Yeah, yeah, a little bit louder
No punch, you know that mean that we workin’ hard

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, young rich nigga shit, pops was an immigrant
Lifestyle illegit, but know I own businesses
Started out the trunk, ended up at the dealership
All gold Rollie, black face no blemishes
Legend in my city cause I grind so vigorous
If I show my face west of Texas, that’s a big event
Gotta pay me twenty cents just to hear me vent
I’m really out here on some shit, you should take a flick
Ballin’ on my own ten toes, so the difference is
I call shots never ask for permission, man
I got a lot of big plans in my vision and
I ain’t failed yet, ’bout a dollar hell yes
I’m a problem, failed test, it’s only getting worse
I swear I’m getting money, I just hope you gettin’ yours
I’m killin’ niggas solo so you know I’m gettin’ more
Now that young Gambino on the chorus, go

[Childish Gambino - Chorus]
This is for that real shit, this is for that East side
This is for my bad girls, this is for them good guys
This is for my grandma, this is for that West side
This is for them niggas talkin’ shit on a website
Damn I feel good, you ain’t feelin’ nothin’
This is for my niggas who be livin’ dime a dozen
Bino got that good shit, Nipsey got them aces
On some young rich shit, Kennedys with black faces

[Childish Gambino - break]
Yeah, black faces
My rolly so racist, all black faces
Obama on that million dollar bill, black faces
Yeah, nigga, black faces
Look, yo I got this
Yo, turn, turn it up a little
Ay, here we go, okay

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
League of my own, swag Geena Davis
Only rapper make 100k on your playlist
Niggas talk on twitter, but in life they don’t say shit
My Rollie so racist, all black faces
We the new, face it, kill ‘em like Jason
Grind in my sleep man a nigga need braces
Wonder what you feelin’ like, used to be the nervous type
They ain’t mention Bino? Man that shit must be a purpose, right?
Hostile, nigga my style
Kind of flow to paint a picture, Norman Rockwell
I don’t eat pasta, everything is low-carb
I don’t fly coach now, say I fly Goyard
Leave a face covered in that coast guard
Metaphor Mozart, all we do is tell ‘em the truth
M Fox to my people on some family ties
Magazines got black faces when somebody dies
I mean look at Donna Summers, she was tryin’ to survive
People wrestle over petty cash
When we should be really cryin’ over that one percent
Like we tipped a milk glass
Fuck y’all, I’mma let my grandkids ball
Look to the future, these dudes so last week
See me stuntin’ so Conde Nasty
Me and Nipsey on some grown shit, no rent
Own shit, so Jim Crow shit, black faces

[Childish Gambino - Outro]
Ay, nigga, black faces
Black faces
That’s royalty, nigga

CHILDISH GAMBINO – Otis (Freestyle)

I’m Childish Gambino
INES and FOXY Show
She-Ra, you suck bad!
Ay, here we go
As the world’s turnin, feel like I’m a worse person
My tongue’s hurtin, from all of this work cursin
And I’m not certain, I think my father’s LeVar Burton
’til I’m walkin in circles and I’m talkin in 3rd person
In the 8th grade I got high on paper mache
I put it in my desk and I let it ferment a day
Because ain’t nuttin changed, I’m still known as a rude student
that’ll walk inside your class and make fun of your school shootin
I can prove it! I’m too cool as a matter of fact
I been writin these verses while I’m having a heart attack
I’m in your bedroom, crankin on out and staring back
Stereo blarin, Gwen Steffani can holla black
I’m not black, I’m a white boy with dark skin
at a Klan rally wonderin why they won’t let me in
She-Ra, I’m coming straight for ya
I hope you know that I’m on ya
D to the O’s got a flow like, menstrual cycles
Change my face every year like Michael…
Jackson, cause I’m packin heat
I got the fuckin beat and a fuckin lead
Drippin on you motherfuckers all the time
I bust guts like I bust a rhyme
I bust nuts like I’m Busta Rhymes
And I ain’t even gotta do it, I ain’t have the time
On (Community) – what you do to me?
Fly girls wanna get inside my booty
… or is it the other way around?
Cause I’m skatin on a skateboard, drivin downtown
In Peachtree, Atlanta Stone Mountain ’til I die
E-40 got nothin on this
horny motherfucker from the Stone Mountain Georgia
Got somethin for ya, yeah that freestyle was torture
I’m done

[Outro]
(YAYYYY! You forgot the INES and Foxy Show)
I didn’t! I said INES and Foxy (yeah)
at the beginning, didn’t I?
(With open, with open pants)
With open pants! I freestyled (I told you!)
with my underwear out, it did feel freer
(Yeah, of course) I gotta be honest
Okay, that felt better

CHILDISH GAMBINO – Baby Doll

You’re my babydoll, I’ll hold you closer
I’ll hold you closer, just like I’m supposed to
Know I got what you need [4X]

I’m a weird dude, but you like me
Give other girls shocks like Nikes
I know I’m always on the road, you can type me
And if you don’t do that, you can Skype me
I’m a big kid, and you know that
But it don’t make me happy so we blow dat
Can I make time? I don’t really know
Cause you seem pissed off when I go to shows
I never really had a girl like dis
But I ain’t never had a girl who could keep interest
The things that I do, the things that I wanna be
I know I’m hardheaded, can’t see things in front of me
I’m gonna be the best, you can believe that
So try an understand when I have to leave that
When I’m done, I’ma give you the call
Don’t you know sugar, you my sugar babydoll

[Chorus]

I love you both, can’t you tell?
I love her lights, I love the smell
But I think you kinda know I got a girl on the side
She pay for my house and she pay for my ride
She give me nice things and she make me feel good
She give me a little cash and I spend it on you
She my sugar momma, only with her for the money
But you know it’s untrue cause I talk about her funny
Saturday nights, I’m supposed to be with you
But instead I’m in bed with the stage and the crew
She laughs at my jokes, she tell me I’m cute
She tells me if we together we make a little loot
But I know I couldn’t have her if I didn’t have you
And I know sometimes I don’t make curfew
You know I’d never ever ever try to hurt you
I’m a just try to do what I gotta do

[Chorus]

CHILDISH GAMBINO feat. Gonage – Arrangement

[Verse 1: Gonage]
I got yo bitch layin’ naked ‘cross the bed, no rosary
Stackin’ up this bread like a baker, Josephine
She wanna refill, so I get that ho a bean
Niggas on the sideline yellin’ “Who the fuck is he?”
Bitch I’m @Gonage, you can call me Cody B
Wardrobe overseas, passports all over me
White leather seats lookin’ like coca leaf
Every time I crank up the woofer sittin’ on a key
I’m Gucci buckled up, house note on my feet
Linen button-up like I’m walkin’ round on the beach
Blind hoes notice me in my Range Rover Jeep
So they wanna come and talk to me like Jodeci
Smokin’ in the morning, and when I go to sleep
Blowin’ presidential man I think they ‘about to vote for me
Any event we party like a frat, no toga sheet
If money ain’t the convo, you ain’t even supposed to speak

[Hook]
If you ain’t talkin’ cash, don’t say shit
In the VIP we champagne-spray shit
I’m in the club lookin’ like a bank statement
If you talkin’ cash, I can make arrangement
Walked in the club, ain’t pay shit
Broke niggas hate, caus’ they ain’t shit
I’m gettin’ to the cash pockets on payment
If you talkin’ cash, I can make arrangement
Cody

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Cody Bean Sr., pushin’ mean ether
You don’t know Childish, nigga me neither
Eastside Atlanta, flyest nigga in a Waffle House
If it ain’t money, man, we ain’t got shit to talk about
Kennedy compound, my 20-room house
So big my ex-girls ain’t gotta move out
If you ain’t talkin’ cash, don’t say shit
My bank account look like when little kids break shit
Ooooooo, if I’m breathin’ I can handle it
Watching all my dreams get together like an ampersand
Blueprint the new shit, mixtape management
Show these dummies how to do it, all I want’s my ten percent
Porsche brand new, passed ‘em a cool hundred
Yeah my girl 5’2″, even her growth stunted
It’s the nigga y’all knew back when I flipped meal cards
Now my meals free when I don’t taste the fifth star
We can make arrangements, old money Cambridge
Meetin’ with the moguls, make ‘em richer and they owe you
It’s the kid you used to talk about, I’m watchin’ people get up on it
On Worldstar and I ain’t have to have a nigga moment
Flow’s always cold, keep the whole soul anemic
Never left that hard shit, a nigga’s always constipated
Got the change for my cousin on froze, no more movin’ weight
Flossin’ hard, ice king, no more Finn and Jake
Love or hate you gotta say the hype is something handsome
As long as all of ‘em bloggin’ I’m living Richard Branson
Shit talkers still talk, haters on my billboard
Used to take the Q home, now I hang with schoolboys
So iconic, Black Kennedy this shit
Man I’m so ironic, man this ratchet need a fix
Droppin’ new shit and the haters get the splashback
Don’t be surprised when he ask you where the cash at

[Hook]