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Childish Gambino( Donald McKinley Glover )
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I. Crawl
[Hook] Where we were both kinda thing Betchya crawl, all alone (x3)
[Verse 1] Who am I? Rec League, I ain't paid to ball Y'all be string like a broke guitar And I still put it down like the family dog Yeah. I murder some, I murder one Explain it all, Ferguson We ain't gotta sing the same old love song Cut a white girl with the same black gloves on Yeah what you saying to it? Old money look no money don't do it Nigga coming round in they lane like a Huey And I'm only looking back if I'm looking at her booty (At her Boooty) So ratchet now, they wanna smoke a niggas but they Black & Mild So we opted out Ok cool
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[Verse 2] Blue drink by the bouquet 'til I'm blue faced on a Tuesday (Can I have some?) #NiggasBeLike Put a plus eighteen on that e-vite And I said what I felt, no re-write Nah nah, they can't hold me June/July, drop something I double dare you, I'm Marc Summers I scorch women, I'm turnt up Gut niggas, so curb balling Elle Varner got a crush on him I gotta wait in line for that Ain't nobody got time for that Ain't nobody gotta rhyme with that Too true like 2 Chainz Blue blood like he both Gangs
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