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CHILDISH GAMBINO lyrics : "Let Me Dope You"

Welcome to the culdesac, this is where the street ends
I am just a rapper, I ain't got the time for speakin'
^!$$% stay weak like tornado and a tree branch

I never have a weak day, my life's a long weekend
$#&@in' with ya raw, (*##$. My mouth should get tested
Sleepin' on a ^!$$%, hope you feel well rested

Gambino stay hard, can't nobody pull the cord out
A ^!$$% $#&@ed up, like a hang gliding !@^% house


Sick boy. Yeah, the clique on deck.
Yes, I rap absurd. Got the game upset
And they rap about the jewelry, the weed they smoke

And I rap about my life, and ^!$$%s think it's a joke, nah
I only put real on a ^!$$%
(*##$es see the money, try and steal on a ^!$$%

Yes, I'm on fire, you can feel it on a ^!$$%
Step away from the heat. (*##$, you keelin' on a ^!$$%


Treat ^!$$%s like #~!!@, go hard on 'em
Watch the swagga get swiped like a card, bought 'em
The swag's unique, I don't even worry 'bout 'em

I got the tortoise shell frames and the argyle
You wouldn't think from the things I'm fashionin'
I'd get more bush than Kim Kardashian

Drop hot %#@!. Yeah, my mouth's a laxative
Born to be the greatest, this is not by accident


Hey playa, what's good?
Let me dope you
Hey hata, what's hood?

Let me dope you
I'm on fire like wood
Let me dope you

And you don't wanna $#&@ with dood
Let me dope you


Don't start no %#@!, there won't be no %#@!
Don't start no %#@!, there won't be no %#@!
Don't start no %#@!, there won't be no %#@!

Don't start no %#@!, there won't be no %#@!

I'm a genius, I ain't gotta fake %#@!

My cup runeth over, you can take sips
I'm in a spa, white robe like a racist
^!$$%s can't see me, I will pay for your Lasik


$#&@ what ya heard, (*##$. I'm flyer than you ever seen
My wallet make paper, call it Evergreen

Ashy to classy, finally got some Vaseline
Live inside a sauna 'cause I always got my self-esteem
Name in your mouth, and it seems as though I struck a nerve

I never fit in like my ^&@#$ in these tiny girls

I figured I was different from these other guys

When I wrote for 30 Rock, I was under 25
These other rappers wanna fade into the background
Ima stand out when these ^!$$%s done sat down

I always pack heat. Yeah, my mouth need a pat down
Money, girls, clothes. I don't worry about that now


Hey playa, what's good?
Let me dope you
Hey hata, what's hood?

Let me dope you
I'm on fire like wood
Let me dope you

And you don't wanna $#&@ with dood
Let me dope you


Don't start no %#@!, there won't be no %#@!
Don't start no %#@!, there won't be no %#@!
Don't start no %#@!, there won't be no %#@!

Don't start no %#@!, there won't be no %#@!

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