H3@RT$ W3RE M3@NT T0 F7¥ Lyrics by 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
*** I’m ’bout to stunt on these hoes
Donald Glover called cut on these hoes
Put that *** in a blunt
*** on a cunt
This a lifestyle ***
Put that *** together that was my style ***
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 *** who got *** on me
Shoot a *** 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
*** 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 *** made me sick
Kissing on me, shawty on me, roll on me, ***
Kissing on me, hold on me, roll on me, ***
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 ***, she whip me and her bra now
Wilding on a yacht, man I told that *** to calm down
*** did me greasy and I get on
*** did me greasy and I’m still on
*** did me greasy and I’m still on
*** did me greasy and I’m still on
Let’s go