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Childish Gambino

This is real
Tell me how it feel
Broke boy, tell me how it feel (This joint fire)
Tell me how it feel (this joint fire)

This is real
Tell me how it feel
Tell me how it feel (this Joint fire)
Tell me how it feel

Bitch I'm 'bout to stunt on these hoes
Donald Glover called cut on these hoes
Put that nigga in a blunt
Fucking on a cunt
This a lifestyle bitch
Put that shit together that was my style bitch
Diamond chain on me came embedded (bling, bling)
Heard they ask 'bout me, tell em that I said it

Ooh
Hearts were meant to fly
But I'm sorry for the things I've done
Everybody, dance

Everybody hating wanna get like me
Everybody Satan and I'm G. O. D
Ain't nobody living got my P. O. V
Name another nigga who got shit on me
Shoot a motherfucker I'm the new Spike Lee
Everybody know me I don't need I. D
Everybody hating wanna get like me
Everybody Satan and I'm G. O. D

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Fire
Gun talk, I don't talk, you know that I'm fire
Summertime, that hot boy, you that I'm fire
When you see me, realize, you know that it's a fire
Know that it's a fire
Know that it's a fire!

I got all the fire, but that hoe made me sick
Kissing on me, shawty on me, roll on me, shit
Kissing on me, hold on me, roll on me, shit
She don't know me, she just know what's on my wrist

This is not a Rolex, she only wanna ball now
She think she got a man, so she only wanna talk now
She a dominatrix, she whip me and her bra now
Wilding on a yacht, man I told that hoe to calm down

Nigga did me greasy and I get on
Nigga did me greasy and I'm still on
Nigga did me greasy and I'm still on
Nigga did me greasy and I'm still on
Let's go