Текст песни Body - Childish Gambino , Prodigy
Street
niggas,
hood
rats,
ladies
and
gentlemen
Childish
Gambino
greater
than
sign
everyone
Apples
to
oranges,
Jay
Leno
to
Letterman
Got
a
cool
whip
and
my
girl
ass
gelatin
"Fake
niggas
back
in
style"
no
never
that
If
I'm
wrong,
see
you
in
hell
with
hella
cash
God
dammit
we
the
boys
with
the
illest
rain
Royalty
forever
and
the
rest
is
just
a
silly
game
Still
learnin'
how
to
work
your
girlfriend's
genitals
Still
buyin'
sweaters
off
of
30
Rock
residuals
Money
change
everything,
these
bitches
always
down
to
ride
Especially
if
you
keep
they
nose
gentrified
Money
off
of
curse
words,
I
hope
my
mama's
proud
of
me
Man,
I've
done
it
all,
so
I
guess
we
both
prodigies
From
PJ's
to
PJ's,
that's
projects
to
privates
Now
you
understand
my
fuckin'
mindset,
let
'em
know
I
know
you
want
my...
my
body
on
that
My
rap
music's
dead
and
gone,
...pulled
me
in
the
dirt
I
bust
your
little
bubble,
shatter
your
dreams
And
push
you
over
in
my
bottomless
pit
of
sixteens
Alchemist
rapper
transform
on
your
shape-shift
Cause
if
it
never
dawned
on
you,
I'm
a
snake
bitch
The
great
serpent
is
tatted
on
my
fist
[?]
on
the
pyramid
This
is
meditated
murder,
my
He
escaped
out
the
belly
like
it's
been
a
long
time,
son
Surprise
son,
I'm
back
before
you...
you
owe
me
We
made
a
blood
pact
when
you
stole
my
style
Nigga
straight
bit
my
swag
But
I'm
a
demon,
I
get
even
when
I
take
mine's
back
I'm
a
god
in
the
flesh,
all
this
power
I
possess
I
crush
you
little
pussies
like
sex,
who's
next?
I'm
sittin'
on
a
bunch
of
green
faces
So
my
wallet
is
an
alien
invasion
Or
a
spaceship,
my
crew's
the
illest
So
we
all
real
monsters,
Nicktoons
Ickis
That
line's
the
stupidest,
but
it
be
lucrative
I'm
sellin'
out
these
venues,
niggas
gotta
get
used
to
it
Now
fuckin'
with
the
realest
that
you
ever
had
And
P
my
motherfuckin'
nigga
so
I
call
him
dad
Yeah
I'm
a
motherfucker
too,
birthed
a
lot
of
sons
Get
a
lot
of
money,
spent
it
on
a
lot
of
guns
I'm
trying
to
change,
I
don't
want
to
[?]
Clean
me
up,
but
you
can't
change
what's
in
my
head
Kill
'em
Glen
Levy,
Don
P
said
it
My
flow
go
to
earth,
we
the
ill
pandemic
We
smoke
the
whole
barn
up,
bitch
I'm
on
my
high
horse
You
don't
watch
Community?
Girl,
what
is
you
lyin'
for?
Bitch,
I
got
immunity
Out
here
in
the
jungle
of
concrete
Where
I
hustle
gettin'
all
these
rhymes
off
Hoes
wanna
jump,
but
I
don't
want
your
little
dyke
I'm
too
preoccupied
with
this
good
life
I
want
a
hood
life,
cash
and
clothes
Fast
as
hoes,
then
get
ghosts
like
Casper
though
Smash
'em
though,
they
don't
know
what
hit
'em
Childish
Gambino,
show
a
nigga
that
you
with
him
say
"ayo"
1 Confessions of a Cash Register
2 Body
3 Money on Your Head
4 Death Sentence
5 Fame
6 Hoodie Weather
7 The Type
8 Zoo Musik
9 Fish Meat
10 Seven Series Triplets
11 In Heaven's Home
12 The Realness
13 Losing Weight
14 Off the Wall
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