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Correct Eat Your Vegetables Lyrics
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Childish Gambino
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Correct Eat Your Vegetables
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[Verse:] D-Money ho All we do is tell them so Why we look professional And you look like a talent show All we do is bank, royalty forever Find a bad bitch, bring her home like a veteran Make her waffles, with pecans I'm eating, one free hand Been saying that we roll with the illest Like roaches in the kitchen, go and watch a nigga kill it I'm a P-I-M-P, why we spelling Cause there's K-I-Ds around Dekalb County, where you at If you with me, holla back Atl done got them here Bankhead Row turned Hollowell Percocet's for my kinfolk My girl look like Miss Info Y'all been slow, I been told Y'all Kinkos, copy ho No I ain't drunk, I just text badly Running through paper like a pep rally When I'm in your city better get rowdy I spit Downy, no shit 'bout me Stone Mountain Georgia, got something for ya Killing bars, I'm a lawyer Baby drinking Goya, girl put your shades on Man I die for my hood, Trayvon! [Hook:] D-Money, get em, get em, get em D-Money, get em, get em, get em D-Money, get em, get em, get em D-Money, get em, get em, get em [Verse 2:] He talk shit, he better not Rap game, my wet spot I fucked y'all, you fucked up Like white girls with dreadlocks So dread not, I rowboat These hoes know, no photos My girl ball like Lobo Then she blow my Casey And Jojos, where the fuck my money at In the hood like I'm fixing a Pontiac On deck with a gang of black Kennedies Eight goons and they all got felonies Still getting money like white folks Still got quotes like Geico I don't know French, that's my fruit Never not funny like fat jokes (Like when someone is like, "what happened to Chris?" And you turn around and there's a fat guy that kind of looks like Chris And you like, "oh shit" and laughing and shit) And I'm back in this bitch And I'm black and I'm rich And I'm cashing it in for some fashion and sin For some matching with them, yeah Got a stank ho with me Driving around and I run the whole city Everybody know she got ten gold biddies But nobody cares like it's J-Cole/Diggy Jordon Diddy on my stereo High on shrooms like Mario Salvia, shamanic drugs Fuck my life, they on to us I'm fly as fuck [Hook:] [Verse 3:] Fuck y'all, I come hard Like Spongebob, my friends stars Like Friendster, nobody gonna remember you Whack dudes, they like you But only for a day or two They hated you From now on, like D-Money Like faze on, I hate on that Lame song they play on, that play on I can't take, royalty On my shit, on my dick I can't wait Toe to toe, I bang shit Homophobes on gay shit You don't know the hoes I hang with My bungalow's like Vegas Had a couple million but I put them in her stomach She like, "oh my god, I'm coming" I kiss her neck and she love it Yeah we got a safe word, so we never use it And I'm hiding all these bruises in a shirt I got from Houston Got her using the acoustics In my cruiser's new Isuzu And who knew I'd be on Hulu with two dudes I used to Google I'm frugal with time, every girl's a dime When your bank account's mine [Hook:]
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