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my baby - childish gambino lyrics

[intro]
(what do you want?) ayy, hey
(hey** leave me alone!) ‘s* wh* what’s up girl?
(i’m gonna go eat at spice) pssh
(i don’t have time for this) y*you look good, yo, yo*
(you are so lame!) lemme get them nu* lemme get them digits!

[verse 1]
childish gambino (what?) got a really big libido (what?!)
bigger than danny devito in a zebra*skin speedo (i don’t believe this!)
i know what a [?] is, he’s gonna try and map you, huh?
i’m just tryna get wit you, b*tch, i’m not the one
(i am not** don’t call me a b*tch!)
okay, you don’t like the b word, that’s fine
you’re the type of girl you probably gotta wine and dine and that’s fine
but i gotta warn you, yo, i’m broke
maybe there’s some money inside this coat that i just stole
…no, just a little blood in the pocket
a picture of his baby girl inside of his wallet
no, i didn’t k!ll him, he was still breathing when i left him
i’m just kidding, how the h*ll do we get rid of this evidence?

wait! i’m not creepy or scary though
just very intimidating to women who never dated me
but we can fix that, if you give me them digits
of course you want a boyfriend who’s pr*ne to fight midgets
[?] ourselves [?] what is wrong
i get wasted all the time, yo, wouldn’t that be fun?
seein’ a b*tch and go pop
then i’m runnin’ from the cops
no, you’re goin’ too slow
and i’m not gonna stop
so you get caught, and then you end up inside of jail
you call me up to pick you up but also to post bail
i don’t got the money so i gotta put myself on sale
flipping tricks on every corner just to pay the court order, yo
(what?)
i’m just tryna make you laugh
(ugh!)
i’m not that bad, you can go over there and ask my dad
i’m smart, i’m entertaining, and i won’t bore you
we can hang out in my [?] decorated dorm room
[chorus]
i’m the flyest [?] in here
so why you act weird?
when i ask you out, you know what i’m talking about
you treatin’ a motherf*cker like he’s got an infection
yo, he needs attention

i’m the flyest [?] in here
so why you act weird?
when i ask you out, you know what i’m talking about
you treatin’ a motherf*cker like he’s got an infection
yo, she needs attention

[verse 2]
yo, i’mma have to be honest
that ass is the finest, i ain’t seen nothin’ like that before
babydoll, you’s a ten, it’s so hard for me to ignore
somethin’ so beautiful walking inside of the front door
anyway, gambino’s the name and i’m gonna cut the cr*p
with an x*acto knife that i bought on sale at a office max
d*mn, boo, you know that that ass is fat
i’mma be back after i deal with this asthma attack
(what is your problem?)
i don’t know
(me and my girls were sitting here trying to enjoy a c*cktail)
bruh
(and here you go, comin’ in and interrupting us
i started talking to you ’cause i thought you were a waiter or somethin’)
i’m just tryna get them digits
(we’re going to the club around twelve
we look at cute boys but only dance with ourselves)
yeah
(because we know they’re not as rich as i am
my daddy invented putting tennis b*lls inside of pop cans!)
um, you’re really pretty
(yeah, i really know
my boyfriend tells me that about every hour or so)
what?
(yeah, that’s him over there, with the leather jacket and [?])
that’s ridiculous
(he’s a metros*xual, he talks a lot about [?])
i bet he does
(and donnie darko, oh, he’s so cute)
oh my god
(and every night [?] he cries when i go to sleep
well, i gotta go, but please don’t be blue
i’m sure one day you’ll find somebody as mediocre as you!)
[outro]
wha** wait
i don’t believe this
i really don’t. i don’t believe this

- childish gambino lyrics

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