Childish Gambino - We Flexin' lyrics

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Childish Gambino - We Flexin' lyrics

Let me see you f**ing bounce with it KAy, ay, ay Ay (we flexin') Ay (we flexin') Ay (we flexin') Here we go [Verse 1:] n***a I'm tight like BVD n***a I'm sight like CDC All my sh** be cla**ic, yours gets skipped like DVDs This beat be droppin' acid, do we have to tell 'em so? Keysha got me percocets I'm chillin' and it's hella dope Tell 'em ho, I ain't Tebow, I don't pray for change All I do is do it, I'm Nike, I'm drinking Gatorade I got my hoodie so I gotta be a gangster Why Geraldo Rivera look like a child molester? Heh, we the I'll pandemic Sick boy, n***a, yeah we royalty forever All my G-O-O-Ns are well-spoken One white guy, he's a cla**ic token Asses open, droppin' sh** Flashback, that's a hashtag Man f** down like a mersey Smell these n***as like an armpit I be in like David on my avid baby making hits They be making white girls like 'Ye did Taylor Swift Ain't that some sh**, really though, Sealy Posturepedic ho When she in my bed but haven't even seen a video? Now shoot that, who's that? Roll up on n***as like fruit snacks You better walk big Gambino but you ain't got money Motherf**er that's too bad That's like - countin' fat stacks out in Harlem That's like - f**ing Kat Stacks with no condom Stupid, everybody out here needs to cool it Rap stepfather, no more hanging in the pool sh** n***as that I'm cool with, they don't need to show me That Gambino girls are royalty now n***a that's an army! We like [Hook:] We flexin', we flexin' We flexin', baby run it back! Woo, woo! We flexin', we flexin' (Baby run it back!) [Verse 2:] Shrink monsters, where the f** is gorgon? Maria I want to be puttin' that thing on your daughter Gambino brings the sushi, they doin' John Belushi So stupid but they cutie so sue me if I get booty That's Louis, Gucci or Prada, Bugatti b**hes who holla Wanna take Foxy out but I gotta be gettin' Donnas, like "I'm an artist man." No y'all ain't! Man f** Photoshop, I'm in MS Paint! Making circles with that circle thing, Gambino boy you murder it Now I got this afro those cornrows were f**in' hurting me When you taking these girls up to Malibu When the hot girl coming to a bug-a-boo? I like my face when I'm under you Screen Actors Guild with a "W, " swag [Hook:] We flexin', we flexin' We flexin', baby run it back! We flexin', we flexin' We flexin', baby run it back!