Childish Gambino
Childish Gambino - Sour Faces lyrics
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[Verse 1: Jay Rock] Do I have to rob Peter just to pay Paul Just to get a blessing and to get my point across? Play the game to win, get the money and the cars Pussy come free when you handle business like a boss In that GS regal, watch me swang it like a Porsche One for sitting hard, knockin' pictures off the wall Bitch I'm out here doggin', and I got 'em droppin' charge Used to push the great white like I was swimmin' with the sharks I was dead broke, tell 'em presidents they resurrected And my dead pockets they was lifeless 'til I sold them records I'm in the magazine posing with my nigga Double XL wide sell on a nigga I'm so high, I could bring hell on a nigga Lifetime bars no bail for a nigga Bitches keep head and tail for a nigga Think I sold my soul away, this ice fell on a nigger [Verse 2: Childish Gambino] Play this in your car, give 'em sour face Play this, play this in the club, give 'em sour face Nigga, when they hear it, that's that sour face Nigga lookin' at me crazy, that's that sour face Ring the alarm, Comme des Garçons Lunch with a bunch of my niggas at the pond Bowflex like a dummy, instrumental hungry Places that I'm stayin' got more whites than all my laundry Life of a Kennedy, James Dean roll out Summer spent in places most my people never know about Gettin' mama new house, for now I'm fuckin' wearin' it Fourth of July, bitch, my shit be so American Bless the chick I'm marryin', keep the whole estate intact Bless the son I didn't have, sprayed 'em on her lower back Focus on them roaches, I ain't never goin' back Wine is so precocious, sippin' on somebody's yacht Real money's never seen, whole thing classic Think about in 10 years, change your whole mindset Back when I would still sweat five Gs Back when I was hookin' up with Ali Brie—stunt! Yeah, it's East Side forever, bitch Hate mail comin' from these niggas who was never rich Or never poor, or never fly Or seen somebody get wet up outside of Golden Glide Hot 107, nine dreams when I run through Man, that's fam, Steve, Swank, that's the whole crew Monster like a muppet, wallet Warren Buffett Camp was last year but I ain't ever have to rough it Lookin' fresh from the McFlys up You don't know about 'em, better wise up Busy with them rollers, I don't carry mine (Busy with them rollers, I don't carry mine)