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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Childish Gambino
Childish Gambino
Vocals
Ludwig Göransson
Ludwig Göransson
Programming
Erik Arvinder
Erik Arvinder
Violin
whitney wood
whitney wood
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ludwig Göransson
Ludwig Göransson
Songwriter
Donald Glover
Donald Glover
Songwriter
Erik Arvinder
Erik Arvinder
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ludwig Göransson
Ludwig Göransson
Producer
Donald Glover
Donald Glover
Producer
Ryan McClure
Ryan McClure
Recording Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Bryan Carrigan
Bryan Carrigan
Recording Engineer
Chris Fogel
Chris Fogel
Mixing Engineer

Letras

Yeah nigga, it's me again I'm still around, I guess I win You hear me in your sister's room like all the time "Gambino Girl" forever on that bracelet that she bought online To dudes who couldn't take it, might I say, "Hasta luega" 'Cause I'm taking all your city like I'm Carmen San Diego I'm smoking, I'm on fire I am blazin', don't get hurt To my white dudes, it's a concert To my black nerds, this is church From that NYU dorm to the Emory Everyone hated me, I'm more hip-hop than you'll ever be I'm bustin', bustin' bustin', bustin' on these niggas man And nothin', nothin' nothin', n-nothin' is the same again You lookin dumb as hell man for ever sleeepin' on him Your girl is not around, she busy sleepin' on him Will he fail? Now that's the wrong conversation Terry Gross on the mic, I'm the talk of the nation, ha Ayy, what it do bitch? Why these other rappers do shit stupid? While they be sleepin' I be onto that new shit While they be sleepin' I be onto that new shit, ayy Ayy, what it do bitch? Why these other rappers do shit stupid? While they be sleepin' I be onto that new shit While they be sleepin' I be onto that new shit, ayy New shit You didn't know? Black rock like a fuckin' LOST episode Somethin' for these black kids to call they own So when you skatin' in your driveway, you not alone She stay down like that new coat that I bought her And the fly Rihanna girls be drinkin' my coconut water And I'm lookin' at her butt My shit be Jackson, Jordan, Bolton, Keaton, Tyson, 5 Mikes Donald Glover, no relation Always workin', no vacation They couldn't feel me, no vacation Murder versus the only motive was motivation Money equals freedom I've wanted this since a three year old I've seen it all, like I'm John Mayer's penis hole Bein' me, that's something that's so unusual I've seen the future, and the future go, ah Ayy, what it do bitch? Why these other rappers do shit stupid? While they be sleepin' I be onto that new shit While they be sleepin' I be onto that new shit, ayy Ayy, what it do bitch? Why these other rappers do shit stupid? While they be sleepin' I be onto that new shit While they be sleepin' I be onto that new shit, ayy New shit Can't you hear me baby? Can't you hear me callin' out your name? Can't you hear me baby? Oh, can't you hear me callin' out your name?
Writer(s): Donald Mckinley Glover Ii, Ludwig Emil Tomas Goransson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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