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Correct Shoulda Known Lyrics
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Childish Gambino
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Correct Shoulda Known
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[Hook:] One love You can let it out You can let it out You can let it out, cuz Shoulda known, shoulda known Shoulda known, shoulda known [Verse:] Bino. I'm so for real-o Green like I'm cee lo Hangin' out with kilo... Kish Smokin' on that keisha I'mma need that visa I'm working on everything that I'm touching man I'm bussin' two white russians drinking themselves But it's still ain't nothing yo It's east side if you can't tell North decatur and glendale So fuck y'all, all y'all, if y'all don't like me... Good Put that on my partner man, I wish a nigga would I say we ain't playing man I hope that's understood I'm in my zone though Fucking round with that 4-0 Eating my mamas salmon but skipping on the risotto Girl said that she need the follow Tweet her and she'll do any Man, I'm trying to stay off Readin' em makes me angry On the back on the tour bus Recording the two of us Stacks at the apple store Man this ballin' is new to us Trying to make amends Bailing on all my friends Nigga went to the clubs And a beat to gucci instead Man I'm feelin' right My nigga fam yelling "don't stop" Half my crew is always faded on some lowtop Stopped drinking for the most part My only vices all our pictures on my laptop Screaming at me saying "I ain't what you really want" Christina's parents baby all I make is milians We got the shows, we got the paper, but I want respect So tell the haters we ain't quitting yet Let 'em know [Hook:] [Verse 2:] One love, the thing that hasn't changed My parents lost their job It's so cold in the a Now that I'm 1%, I send most of it home I want to stunt but she need to pay off her student loans And everybody saying, "get it while you hitting man We want them harder beats, that 808 you slipping man" Dude is so stupid popping anything they hand me In that parking lot pimping and politicking in miami In that home of the d where they sell that cake batter Heard a voice in the back, came from all the fake rappers That I shitted on, shitted on Shitted on, shitted on Rap your soul, dude, let the mike blaze Show 'em a-town, east side, all day I put it on, I put it on I put it on, I put it on Life is somethin' imax Film is at a climax I ain't even started Was it stupid I departed? Man, probably, but now we do the things we always wanted Be proud of me, cause I am undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with Please somebody c** laude me Graduated, anticipated the hatred and doubted me Not a prodigy, just a hard worker from the dean's list But most these rappers doin' so-so like a seamstress Jesus [Hook:]
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