Childish Gambino - Turd In The Oven (Diplomat's Son) lyrics

I do not talk, I am just a rapper C.G. but I'm real light talk I know these motherf**ers wish I'd turn my mic off f**in' Reddy Roosevelt Big stick, walk soft On top of this hill of p**y where I get my rocks off Yeah my raps k** laundry Knock socks off Rappers think they're on the court All they do is trash talk But I do not talk, I am just a rapper He's rapping over indie songs? This is a disaster! But I made it dope like I'm cookin in the kitchen And these n***as couldn't see me now I'm f**ing with they vision And these b**hes wasn't listening Now they f**ing listening Shoot from the hip, motherf**er I'm a hipster Do big things like a whale is your sister b**hes get all dolled up, Westminster Fake n***as ain't happy, are ya dude? More (w) raps than vegetarian barbecues Can't learn, this rapping has to be part of you Big dog, I'm steady reppin', I'm Marmaduke And I'm trying to do Everything Sick Boy Medicine And I k** beef Burger King Elroy, and I jettison I'm the atmosphere I was always here Girls tremble when they see me like it's cold in there I do not talk don't chat neither If it ain't about me then you shouldn't talk either Gambi mixtape got em poppin out The super late girls asking when the album droppin If you ain't gettin yours then you better get something My sh** hot sh** like turd in the oven My mouth drops cla**ics Lips are historic Tongue is amazing Ask your cli*oris Underground king like a young Bun B And these haters are p**y so they should love me Cause I'm so T-I-T-E n***as can't believe that my sh** is free Indie rap n***as smoke purp, drink tea n***a, pop quiz: what you know about me? And what you should know, I do a lot of this I mean business, I'm the Economist Big bad wolf, blowing over your cottages n***a on Twitter and ain't even a follow-ist I'm dropping new sh**, like the early bird Shout out to Silverlake Shout out to Williamsburg To all my Slick Rick kids looking dapper Do your thing and you are just a rapper