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Correct U Don't Have To Call Lyrics
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Childish Gambino
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Correct U Don't Have To Call
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Yeah, where'd you guys go? To where, In Atlanta? When I used to live here, I was the strip club queen Wait, wait, so what's up with Follies? Like lemme know Follies is my favorite strip club ever, in Atlanta Follies is the realest I swear to god-Follies is the realest, More-so because they have international bitches in there, You got bitches from Cambodia, You got bitches from fucking Italy, You got bitches from fucking Africa, You got bitches from, Kansas You got bitches from everywhere in Follies Situations will arise, in our lives But you gotta be smart about it Celebrations, with the guys I sacrificed, cause you could not sleep without it Girl I, cause I loved you You were my girl See I, thought the world of you But so you know You don't have to call baby no Cause imma be alright tonight You don't have to call baby no Imma be alright tonight My man I waited, I waited, and waited For the phone call And then I served you what she was asking for Nah, you ain't gotta make that call now Stone Mountain, yeah, you started running that thing after us We are very rare 10% Of a foster home trying to Cinderella this shit This melanin pit they placed us in and said get out No blueprint, hell's cruiseship Took him and her, who made him and her Who made him and her who made her Who ran away from the south at 14 pregnant Who made her who came back to the south Atlanta, Georgia who made me Funny hairline, white name Blonde dreads, African name, both of our parents Original black hippies, so what? Little 5 point to Avondale to Stone Crest You out in Lithonia though But fuck that, I'm a high class nigga I catch you out at Lenox Nah fuck that, I'm looking for hoes at Atlantic Station Nah fuck that, I'm at South DeKalb Mall Really in the parking lot, leaning on some broke niggas Camry The pic you sent last night says you really with the shits My leather passenger seat exhales Wasn't ready for all that Cause it's not me I mean who is right? Imma take you to Tongue & Groove There's $20 to wear my hat inside I give em $100 and tell em to pay for it for the niggas behind me They playing Jeezy like that shit came out yesterday Thug motivation, I was never a thug and they used to respect me for it But now the game's fucked up and I gotta Michael Coreleone these niggas Quiet, confident, I talked to her She came with you, but she left with me And now she's in the passenger seat So, where we going? Just the way Which leaves you standing there thinking You don't have to call, baby
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