London On Da Track - No Hookahs lyrics

[Intro: Childish Gambino] Suddenly relevant White girls on me, you would think I was sellin' it Black girl with me with a trunk like an elephant, took her to the suite and she gave me intelligent (Ya!) Suddenly relevant White girls on me, you would think I was sellin' it Black girl with me with a trunk like an elephant, took her to the suite and she gave me intelligent (Ya!) [Verse 1: Childish Gambino] Let the game speak for me Are you doing these numbers? I don't think you are homie I'm a real n***a, I don't tweet about it If I see you in the streets, we can speak about it And you all up in my business, you should keep up out it I know you n***as doubt it, met her backstage, say my new sh** cla**ic, it won't age Given two sh**s, on my green like pool sticks Got no time for loose lips, what the f** did y'all say? Four seasons in Miami, I was like LeBron James Had to tip the valet, know he wanna steal it Young rich n***a, this the sh** I gotta deal with Old white money, that's the sh** I gotta deal with Had a head start, how'd I catch up? Got a hard drive and it's backed-up A couple hits, if you need 'em, you should ask us I'm the new Ma$e, all my girls saditty I got a new face, all my girls is pretty I call it good taste, n***as can't buy that Summer in Hawaii, man these n***as can't try that Bring back the source BTI, where the fives at? [Bridge: Childish Gambino] Just pa** me the paper, pa** the vapour Don't pa** me the hookah, cause I don't really smoke hookah, No I don't really smoke hookah, put weed in my hookah [Verse 2: Steve G. Lover] I dont do the hookah, I'm a roll a dutch 28 grams on hand, that's a f**in' much Roll it up, keep a bad b**h if that ain't enough Shawty so clutch, got a gram in coochie clutch I'm an OG, keep it OG, catch Z's on the flight, I had a couple blue dreams Got a case in Sweden, man a n***a need to tighten up All black Porsche, black card, that sh** lightin' up Roll a joint until my bigger brother light it up, hotel smoke-free, I don't really give a f** Bad girls make the cellphone beep, and she go both ways that's a two way freak Post a U-ey up on Lenox that's a two way street I was whippin' in the spider, not the kind with 8 feet His spice, make it hot like without the A/C On that purple all day, man shout-out to AP (Aye, aye) [Outro: Steve G. Lover] Pa** me the swisher, yeah Come pa** me the swisher, eh I say pa** me the swisher, pa** the swisher, pa** the swisher