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summer of love - childish gambino lyrics

[verse 1: childish gambino]
fly girl, she named beatle
clothes off, she don’t need ’em
animals, she don’t eat ’em
hungry for it, i feed her, uh, i feed her
you already know that i feed her
i don’t mess with them f-ck boys, she said i don’t either
she said i’m gone eat her, att-tude so diva
got a big place like scarface, treat her -ss like elvira
skin tone godiva, smokin’ on that cheeba
girl you got me so hypnotized that thang be givin’ me fever
let me get it
take her to kauai, f-cked on the beach
f-cked on the floor, we ain’t gotta speak
beach, getting high like a motherf-ck
royalty the team so you know what’s up
kitty so good, let me beat it up, kitty so good i could sleep in it
hollow tip flow sending shots to my enemies
n-gg-s who tried to nick cannon me
thoughts were so bad that i pleaded insanity
bottles, i pop me a case
live on the radio bought me a place
this is my summer of love
yea, all these b-tches is down
but never put nothin’ above

[hook: childish gambino]
money baby, money baby, money baby
money baby, money baby, money baby
money baby, money baby, money baby
money baby, money baby, money baby
[verse 2: quavo]
trap house jumpin’ like jordan
j’s in the hood, they’re snortin’
double cup, lean, i’m pourin’
yo’ b-tch whippin’ in the early mornin’
pulled up in the drop top phantom
n-gg-s in the hood can’t stand it
my whip game is so special
i’m whippin’ up the whole grand canyon
i got molly, i got white, marilyn mason!
i went to the jeweler
cashed out on a new piece, now my diamonds dancin’
yo b-tch think i’m romantic, my c-ke card game is frantic
my whip game make you panic, my plug is phil jackson
feeling like mutombo, i got all these kush bowls
juggin’ at the texaco, you smoking on reginald?
trap game elvis presley, you can’t impress me
dark skinned ho can cook the dope, she look like nestle

[verse 3: takeoff]
i’m a free man, no morgan!
that choppa, it take out you organs
i play with them keys, no organ!
your b-tch in my kitchen, she snorting
the lean, i’m pouring, i’m snoring
i’m making them plays in delaware
versace, medusa my underwear
who the f-ck, n-gg- better have haircare
you don’t trap on the block if you dont live there
the trap be jumpin’, and bunkin’
the fiends they running, the money keep comin’
i’m kickin’ hoes out like a punter
if i start shootin’, turn to a track runner
i’m callin’ up rich, he bringin’ the kids
whippin’ the babies all summer

[hook: childish gambino]
money baby, money baby, money baby
money baby, money baby, money baby
money baby, money baby, money baby
money baby, money baby, money baby

[verse 4: childish gambino]
kick it like kazuya
this game is how we maneuver
there’s plenty fish in the sea and i treat them groupies like grouper
my life inside a computer, back up my soul to the cloud
funny we show ’em cl-ss and they call me the cl-ss clown
money is in my jeans, best believe that it’s p-ssed down
got the room thumpin, she tell me don’t stop
i mean really don’t stop
i must be doing something
something really on point, something really on point
now she look back at it
but she give me that look when i gotta dip out
stop being dramatic (dramatic!)
can’t n-body do it like this
forgot her name as soon as i hit
got that buzz, the phone was silent
run the game, that’s us
fort knox, gold bars
let her get it on both sides, i did it all, with no cosign
and i’m ballin’ like i give a f-ck
now they know w-ssup
smokin’ like she wanna f-ck
we are not in love, she’s a grown up
and i’m so childish
still that’s my b-tch
we waste our time with all this

[hook: childish gambino]
money baby, money baby, money baby
money baby, money baby, money baby
money baby, money baby, money baby
money baby, money baby, money baby

- childish gambino lyrics

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