Childish Gambino - AssShots (Remix) lyrics

(feat. Royalty) [Intro - DJ Drama (Childish Gambino):] Is it too much to ask for lyrics? (Alright, alright) (Royalty has never done a track together) I mean it's 2014 man, c'mon really (Well I thought we would get everybody on the same track) You n***as could learn a lot by now (I'll go first) Stone Mountain [Verse 1 - Childish Gambino:] Give a f** about these haters man I'm the flyest that there's ever been I'm always reppin' Stone Mountain You know my show is sold out You know my smoke is so loud It's still about his business Stay up out my business Flow so vicious When n***as talkin' sh**, shut they mouth, catch what this is I walk up in the party, we took all the b**hes They love how I move, we might need a minute God damn, Summer looking like son of Sam, I'm k**in' n***as Hang with models and a couple strippers She love my music so I nutted in her Damn I'm decent, Liam Neeson I'm takin' over, you plain sober Ga**ed up and you finished last I'm crying n***a, that's tear gas Woooh, now I'm flexing Was that fire? b**h you guessed it (Oh sh**!) [Hook - Steve G Lover:] I bet you I can make that a** hot C'mon bae, drop it like a a** shot Say my sixteen will make that a** hot Song done, drop it like a a** shot Boy stuntin' got they a** hot Go on n***a, drop 'em like a a** shot Jump on this beat and get they a** hot Go on girl, drop it like a a** shot [Verse 2 - Steve:] I am, the prince, two cups, always Our team, got money, stunt hard, so don't hate Fall off, no way, we run it, it's too late We smoke sour, call that flowers I just blew, a bouquet My girl, so sweet, like Crème brûlée But still, she that hood, like red Kool-Aid We on top, toupée, I got hits, like touché I just did Rome in one day I just flew out to Croat-ia I'm independent man and still doin' major Young King so flashy got me lookin' like lazers Atlanta housewife I can make ya like Phaedra So let's play my, I'mma play ya Get bands, then head to la playa My n***as is bias My brothers the owner, f** with 'em get higher G-lover spit fire, that flame is saliva We're riders that got Nick Cannon's now Make 'em drop you like Mariah, wa**up [Hook] [Verse 3 - Swa*k:] Start her off with gin and tonic, mine's a double Out in Vegas fool, you know I'm bettin' double Double your car note, double your mama rent Ain't sh** but house money, I ain't spent a cent Mo' money mo' problems, yeah that's official I just throw cash at it, that's my issue, it's hard So I feed my boo boo hard that moo moo bags If she need mo', then girl I miss you, bye But ain't no lookin' back Cause I know it's a salt pile (you salty?) I'm goin' Chevy with metallic f**in' gun style No door handle, she high tryna figure how While my auto mobile looks like Girls Gone Wild That's top off, n***a drop offs Slidin' dirty with yo' dame OG sativa baby, watch ahead for that air plane f** with my money, and I'm at your house like the mail came You meet the Swa*k lion, beast mode, untamed [Hook] [Verse 4 - Fam:] Big homie have you seen her She got the Dobrev, all white nina Packed like Serena, maybe Trina sh** I don't know, they both got a** So of course he came to give you all these courses And you can't ignore 'em, cause these hoes adore 'em Words hot, don't slur 'em I just speak up, so please ho, keep up Please ho, keep up Ok, ok, ok, she ain't getting money, no way I met her on a Monday, but I f**ed her back to Sunday I told her she my Brandy, I'm her one and only Wanya Till she drove off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai, b**h