Childish Gambino - Sweatpants (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Childish Gambino - Sweatpants (en) Lyrics
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Watching haters wonder why Gambino
got the game locked
Half-Thai thickie, all she
wanna do is Bangkok
Got her hair done, French
braids now she A$AP
Bino so insensitive, she asking,
"Why you say that?!"
I'm chillin', real nigga feeling
Rich kid, asshole: paint
me as a villain
Still spitting that cash
flow: DJ Khaled
I got a penthouse on both
coasts: pH balance
Real nigga, I rep those, why
though? Cause I said so
Hip deep in the Pepto, I got
five on her like Ben Folds
I got more tail than that PetCo
You faker than some Sweet'N Low
Yeah, you got some silverware
But really are you eating though?
Are you eating though? Nigga,
are you eating though?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner's
for beginners
You ain't even know—
Never catching cases, why they
faces look so E-M-O?
Watch a hater hate me, wanna
play me like a piano
My architect know Japanese, yo'
girl, she jocking these
No hands like soccer teams and
y'all fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain't copping these,
niggas ain't looking like me
Nah, I ain't checking I.D. but
I bounce 'em with no problem
Tell 'em, Problem (Problem!)
I'm winnin', yeah, yeah,
I'm winnin' (What?)
Rich kid, asshole, paint
me as a villain
Whaaat?
Don't be mad cause I'm doing me
better than you doing you
Better than you doing you, fuck
it, what you gon' do?
Different color, my passport,
Instagram my stack load
Hashtag my day wear and your
girl drink my day care
And I'm born rich, life ain't
fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
Ain't nobody sicker and my Fisker,
"vroom, vroom," ho
Ain't nobody—
Fiskers don't make noise
when they start up...
Just so you know
Top of the Hold 'em totem,
rich forever
A million was not the quota
My father owned half the MoMA
and did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules, tripping
off of them toadstools
More green than my Whole Foods
And I'm too fly: Jeff Goldblum
Got a glass house in the
Palisades, that a-k-a
White hood, white hood, (okay-kay-kay)
Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA
So Maserati, you whipping a Kia
Spending this money, it's
longer than Nia
Live like a Coppola, me and Sofia
Waking up broke, man,
wouldn't wanna be ya
Friends with the dope man,
help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man,
trouble when I see her
"Err-eh-err-eh": onomatopoeia
Oh, I got my cool on! (Tailormade!)
I'm winning so they had
to dump the Gatorade
And I don't give a fuck
about my family name
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