Childish Gambino - Camp Out (This Way Up Verse) Lyrics (Ft. DJ SoSuperSam)

Camp Out (This Way Up Verse) Lyrics is performed by Gucci Mane Ft. DJ SoSuperSam

[Intro: Childish Gambino]
We do it
We do it
We do it
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Kill ‘em
That’s what I hear when I get a hot feel
In my nostrils
In my forehead
As I go red
You’d be more dead
Than a horse head
In a four bedroom apartment
Bloggers that’ll start shit
You wanna criticize me
Just so you can drink green tea
With Lykke Li at a speakeasy?
Wearin’ some American Apparel
While you’re starin’ at a Tim and Eric DVD, uh
Can’t get enough
Crown my shit, knuck if you buck
Celibate girls do stuff in the butt
Get it out with a Q-tip
Want some Muse licks
I’m a eunuch just ‘cause I can’t give a fuck
Kiss her on the neck while she’s buttonin’ up
Uh and my pants down
It’s funny how when I put Camp out
They gotta camp out
Better than half of all rap that you have on your laptop
At your dad’s house, hands down
Fake niggas say “you the man now”
Got a DJ like Roseanne’s house
Sam go hard like a handjob, nigga
Yeah, Childish don’t go hard, what
Now everybody wanna fuck with me, slut
The flow is too sick
Got them white boy clothes and that black dude dick, uh
Now I understand why you gotta hate a nigga
East side, Stone Mountain-Decatur, nigga
Y’all niggas lame, I’m fly as hell
‘Cause I’m fuckin’ lame, and I don’t even care

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Childish Gambino - All the Shine Lyrics

All the Shine Lyrics is performed by Childish Gambino

[Verse 1]
What the fuck do y’all niggas really want?
I went with realness instead
But all the real niggas I know either crazy or dead
Yeah, I dropped the free EP for these other kids to feel alive
Niggas keep asking on whether this dude’s for real or not
I’m not trying to come hard, I’m trying to come me
That’s why these other songs that I used to make I’d release free
What’s the point of rap if you can’t be yourself, huh?
That’s why I come first like my cell phone
I’m a role model, I am not these other guys
I rap about my dick and talk about what girls is fly
I know it’s dumb, that’s the fucking reason I’m doing it
So why does everyone have a problem with talking stupid ish?
Cause if it's real ish
‘Cause sometimes that stupid shit is real shit
Like when you make out with your best friend’s baby sis
You know the one with short hair you used to babysit?
See, that’s not even right
You with a different girl like each and every fucking night
And kiss her while she’s sleeping and sneak out the front to catch a flight
That’s not life, dude
It's making up for fucks I missed in high school
I keep it wrapped until I meet the right one
’Cause I ain’t Mumford, I ain’t tryin’ to have sons
All I wanted was some more like Ashton
I ain’t the coolest but I know I got passion
I got passion!

[Hook]
I really wanna do right and it doesn’t matter
We’ve got all the shine we need to find
I really wanna do right and it doesn’t matter
We’ve got all the shine we need to find
“Baby, I’m okay.” She said, “Why you gotta act so strange?”
I said, “Baby, I’m okay.” She said, “Why you gotta act so strange?”
I said, “Baby, I’m okay.” She said, “Why you gotta act so strange?”
“Baby, I’m okay.” She said, “Why you gotta act so strange?”

[Verse: 2]
Are you serious? I don’t even know
Are you hearing this? This junk is laughable
I ain’t trying, I’m doing, these other rappers are foolish
I got fame, my A&R’s a computer
Is there room in the game for a lame who rhymes?
Who wears short-shorts and makes jokes sometimes?
My nigga like, “I’d get you MTV if I could, man
But Pitchfork only likes rappers who crazy or hood, man”
So, I guess we gon' see
I ain’t Curren$y, but if there ain’t money in my name please murder me
Sometimes I feel like I'm not supposed to be here
Sometimes I wake up, I don't want to be here
My mom loved to quote me Psalm verses
She don’t look at me like I’m the same person
I used to be the sweet one, but things change
And I don’t want them missing a son like Bone’s last name
And all my uncles alcoholics, shame on me
I drink whiskey till I’m grounded, no TV
I wanna go inside the club with no I.D
And walk in with No I.D., no I-D
No matter how far the Hood seems
We all still got Hood dreams
I always wanted to get picked on the cool team
But alone is exactly how I should be

[Hook]
I really wanna do right and it doesn’t matter
We’ve got all the shine we need to find
I really wanna do right and it doesn’t matter
We’ve got all the shine we need to find
We really wanna do right and it doesn’t matter
We’ve got all the shine we need to find
We really wanna do right and it doesn’t matter
We’ve got all the shine we need to find
We need to find
We need to find
“Baby, I’m okay.” She said, “Why you gotta act so strange?”
I said, “Baby, I’m okay.” She said, “Why you gotta act so strange?”

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J. Cole Ft. Childish Gambino & SD - Who Dat (Part 2) Lyrics

Who Dat (Part 2) Lyrics is performed by J. Cole Ft. Childish Gambino & SD

Back up on my 1, 2, 3 metaphors
I'm rhyming with CD, you would think I'm in stores
And y'all know me, I'm D-O-P-E
Screaming skins all day, no MTV
I see a girl giving out blows like a prize fighter
I'm on top of the words: call me a highlighter
Oral sex in the morning: that's a head start
Words like bullets, yeah I'm shopping like a leg mart
State of the Tar Heel, fuck how y'all feel
Young but I'm good, I got that fuckin John Wall feel
While y'all pissed off, I sit and sip Cristal
Hornets next flow, I assist like Chris Paul
Flow like a quick river, lines like a stick figure
So many drinks, I'll probably borrow someone else's liver
And I'm warming up just like a fireplace
I know I'm an acquired taste, go ahead and try to hate
Flow just a brainiac ?
I'm smoking Huckleberry so I guess I'm Mark Twaining that
They told me I was insane ?
I'm tryna get my chain on track
So you should probably counteract the fact
That you were typing that

Who dat who dat? You know who you doing it for?
I mean, the game was all bad just a week ago
Rap was bullshit - listen, I ain't hating tho
Now brother, I don't have to fuck with ? Satan ho
She can't tell the difference, I been through ? condition
Wishing for air conditioning
Feeling whatever I'm listening
Now I'm on television, and did I forget to mention
Your bitch is tired of missionary, boy you failed the mission
Man, just look at how elevated
Real niggas celebrate it, nigga fuck whoever hated
My life accelerated, I had to wait my turn
Then I redecorated
That means my tables turned
Live life, might as well, only way to learn
Just try and fear ? only way to earn
So if you're selling crack or if you're selling rap
Make sure it's mean so the fiends keep coming back

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Childish Gambino]
I don't steal your girl: test me
I stay Childish: watch me breast-feed
Grandfather ran numbers: a criminal in Harlem
The only thing he used to make was trouble with my father
Father had me, said "stay away from cocaine!"
Blood strain is gangster, my swag screams dope game
I talk real nigga, this is what you ask for
I shit green like vegetarian assholes
Lighter than Wayne's pants at the VMA's
Stick to what you good at nigga! Oh, everything?!
Niggas want me everywhere, I'm yelling out "sorry!"
There's only one of me like white girls with black Barbies
Niggas mad that I ain't do shit
I got a fly Asian bitch: that's a Shitsu
Throwing out your jazz, but you don't look like Uncle Phil
Fucking girls from TV shows, my DBR is ?ville
Shake it on Youtube, yeah that's a VEVO ho
Black guy with a white boy's Cleveland show
I don't know, all I wanted was different things
Hope these hood niggas don't blow me off when they're listening
All I do is work with white guys who are in their 50's
And for some reason these white people think that it's interesting..
Too many girls, but still not enough of me
I love pussy like that old lady up the street
Everything I spit is compilated and best of
Black nerds run shit: go and ask ?estlove
I'mma hit it twice: retail
I got a package like a gansta: G-mail
Google and a penis reference, same sentence, goody goody!
I love my dick so much they let a nigga host the Woodys
Got a whole barbershop like "oh man, this shit is tight!"
Solid shit.. one wipe..

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Childish Gambino - Camp Bonfire Lyrics

Camp Bonfire Lyrics is performed by Childish Gambino

Okay, it's Chidish Gambino, homegirls drop it like the NASDAQ
Move white girls like there's coke up my asscrack
Move black girls 'cause, man, fuck it, I'll do either I love pussy, I love bitches, dude, I should be runnin' PETA
And I do the support, sure, but BOO all over me
Screamin' they got ... for me, my green is in this grocery
My agent did not phone this girl, and now he got that Kobe beef
Dick is like an accent mark, it's always fucking over Es
Hot like a parked car I sound weird like nigger with hard R
Fly like the logo on my cousin's Sport Authority
Eatin' Oreos like these white girls that blow me
Mark up all my ladies, whiskey for a grown man
Hangin' in the islands, lookin' for Earl like Toejam
Man, the beat retarded, so I'm callin' it a slow jam
Butcher and I know it, man, kill beef, go ham
These rappers are afraid of him '
Cause I'm a beast, bitch, grrr, Invader Zim
Gambino is a call girl, fuck you, pay me
Brand new whip for these niggas like slavery
Told me I was ugly, man, that shit did not phase me
Tell me how I suck again, my memory is hazy "I'm a rapper now": Yeah, dude, you better be
Or you can fuckin' kiss my ass, Human Centipede
You wanna see my girl? I ain't that dumb
You wanna see my girl? I ain't that dumb "
Man, why does every black actor gotta rap some?" I don't know, all I know is I'm the best one

It's a bonfire, turn the lights out I'm part of everything you wanna fuckin' talk about It's a bonfire, turn the lights out I'm burnin' everything you motherfuckers talk about

You know these rapper dudes talk shit, start killin'
Fuck that, got goons like an archvillain
I'm from South, ain't got no accent, don't know why
So this rap is child's play, I do my name like Princess Di
Yeah, they said they want the realness, rapped about my real life
Told me I could just quit: "First of all, you talk white!
Second off, you talk like..." I've never given up yet
Rap stepfather, you hate me but you will respect I put in work, ask Ludwig
Put my soul on the track like shoes did
Played this for my cousin, now he can't even think straight
Black and white music? Now, nigga, that's a mixtape
We rap about the building ... Gambino, girls are diggin' in the velvet I know you hate me on your little fuckin' ... That girls who hurt me, but wit' niggas they be sayin' "Owww" (Owww) Sorry for who coddled you
Chillin' with a Filipino, act up like a ... Yeah, I'm in her ass like pottery
So if you see my finger under the table, don't bother me ... speakers got I'm sayin' "What the fuck is up?" like I am Peter's guy
And shit I'm doin' next year? Insanity
Made the beat then murdered it, Casey Anthony
These rappers don't know what to do '
Cause all I did was act me, like a Looney Tune
I'll give you all of me until there's nothing left I swear this summer will be summer camp, bitch!

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