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CHILDISH GAMBINO lyrics : "Tell Me Feat Heems"

[Intro: Heems]
Rap rap, ahaha
Rap rap, ahaha

Hip-hop rap, ahaha
Rap, yo


[Heems]
I'm a soldier, I'm a mastermind
Flashing in the flashiest fashions that the masters buy

Passersby passing me asking me if they can match this fly
Maybe with a mastercard, ask this guy


[Childish Gambino]
I got a rush card, so I gotta stunt hard
Rush Limballin' while I'm listenin' to tune yards

Baby put your shoes on, we gon' turn the club out
Dammit I broke my foot again, I might have to sub out
Sounds are ultra, you hang with vultures

^!$$% we eatin' good like we Oprah's roaches
Buenos noches


[Heems]
Buenos dias
Frida Khalo, papas fritas

We eatin' good so they think we Free Masons
I'm about my paper like WB Mason
I'm about my paper like a Staples or an Office Max

Never have to off a cap, makin' money off of rap
He went from potential abortion stat
To the cat that pay his mama's mortgage cash

Lookin' fancy in a foreign flash
Chammomele tea that we pour with splash


[Childish Gambino]
Yeah, remember Frutopia? That %#@! was delicious
But Snapple came back around and put 'em out of business

Um, that's a Snapple fact, used to eat Apple Jacks
That's that Heems rhyme that I'm usin' for this battle rap
Still got love for you, nothin' like them other dudes

I am fly, you Hudson cruise
Leave MCs with cuts and bruise
Comfortable like Huxtables, but $#&@ eating my vegetables


[Heems]
Yo, how come they don't sell batteries on the train no more?

I guess it's cause the iPod came out
I guess it's cause the iPod came out
Yeah, I'm fresher than Samantha, strange man

Aguala catch me up in Walhala, I'll holla
I put Snapple in Vitamin Water for two bucks
Pepsi came and bought it, for nothin' like what the $#&@?

I'm from national wholesale liquidators
Rock bottom, odd lot and all the haters
Does Benihana even sell wontons?

Donald just put me on a bonton

[Childish Gambino]

Yes I did man, I !@#$ did
I'm five foot ten, I might just win
I'm tryin' not to die like them

Laid out in the street like Mr. Hooper, ^!$$%
I remember havin' to eat two scoops for dinner
But it's all good, post Obama and post Ye

Three six got an Oscar, it's all okay
Man, I beg your pardon, Trayvon Martin
Atlanta is my home, but we treated like Martians

I used to be a square like a Marlboro carton
Like, ^!$$%s wasn't callin' me ^!$$% like last week
Only ^!$$% in some liquor brown pants as we speak

Yeah, Gambino say it twice, ATM machine, nawmean?

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