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IV. Sweatpants Songtext
von Childish Gambino

IV. Sweatpants Songtext

Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game locked
Half-Thai thickie, all she wanna do is Bangkok
Got her hair done, French braids, now she A$AP
′Bino so insensitive, she asking, "Why you say that?"

I'm chillin′, real nigga feeling
Rich kid, asshole
Paint me as a villain
Still spitting that cash flow
DJ Khaled
I got a penthouse on both coasts
PH balance

Real nigga, I rep those, why though? Cause I said so
Hip deep in that Pepto, I got five on her like Ben Folds
I got more tail than that PetCo, you faker than some Sweet'N Low
Yeah, you got some silverware, but really are you eating though?
Are you eating though? Nigga, are you eating though?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner's for beginners, you ain′t even know
Never catching cases, why they faces look so e-m-o?
Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a piano


My architect know Japanese
Yo′ girl, she jocking these
No hands like soccer teams and y'all fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain′t copping these, niggas ain't looking like me
Nah, I ain′t checking I.D. but I bounce 'em with no problem
Tell ′em, Problem (Problem!)

I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I′m winnin′ (Why)
I'm winnin′, yeah, yeah, I'm winnin′ (Why)
I'm winnin′, yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (Why)
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain (Whyyy)

Don′t be mad cause I′m doing me better than you doing you
Don't be mad cause I′m doing me better than you doing you
Don't be mad cause I′m doing me better than you doing you
Better than you doing you
Fuck it, what you gon' do?

Different color, my passport, Instagram my stack load
Hashtag my day wear and your girl drank my day care
And I′m born rich, life ain't fair (Silver spoon coon, ho)

Ain't nobody sicker and my Fisker
Vroom vroom ho
Ain′t nobody
Fiskers don′t make noise when they start up, just so you know


Top of the Hold 'em totem, rich forever, a million was not the quota
My father owned half of MoMA and did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules, tripping off of them toadstools
More green than my Whole Foods and I′m too fly, Jeff Goldblum
Got a glass house in the Palisades, that a-k-a
White hood, white hood (Okay-kay-kay)

Furniture custom, you shop at IKEA
So Maserati, you whipping a Kia
Spending this money, it's longer than Nia
Live like a Coppola, me and Sofia
Waking up broke, man, wouldn′t wanna be ya
Friends with the dope man, help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man, trouble when I see her
"Err-err-err-err": onomatopoeia, oh, I got my cool on! (Tell 'em, mane)

I′m winning so they had to dump the Gatorade
And I don't give a fuck about my family name

Whyyy
Don't be mad cause I′m doing me better than you doing you
Don′t be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Don′t be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon′ (Whyy)

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