Childish Gambino
Phat People
One, two, three, check it out.On the road to sandwiches and chicken wingsPhat people do phat thingsUsing salt and pepper for their seasoningsPhat people do phat thingsCheck it outIt's B to the I to the double L-YMy friends all know I'm not an ordinary guyI like little things, like chicken wingsBBQ sauce, honey mustard, onion ringsAnd when my cell phone rings it goes jingle-jingI say hello, I say hello, I say who this be?They say it's Fancy Ned, I got a fancy headI'll eat a fancy ass sandwich on some fancy ass breadThe wait is over, shut up, bend overI hang with bar stools, I chill with GroverThe boy Ebola, my boy phat tooAnd my girl so phat that they call her OprahI got that green like a bowl of okraLoose change so phat can't fit my sofaI head to the bank, call the shit my grocerLetras de cancionesIt's Sex in the City, get the phat mimosaMe and B, we phat boys, hang with phat girlsDriving phat toys, fuck Dan AykroydI'm live on a Saturday nightI got two phat girls, I'm doing it rightLike my name John GoodmanI got the phat crib so I'm doing real good, manAnd I'm up to no good, manThis is how I get phat, call the shit cookingPhat people do phat thingsI tip waitresses, I tip scalesMy style is kind of phat like an Orca whaleI'm sipping whole milk as I stareThinking I can be your Oprah, you can be my Gail'Cause I am a phat boy, never been to Bally'sMarried to this phat life, call me Kirstie AlleyMarried to the snack life, counting every calorieMight just open up a phat boy art galleryWhat else you do, B?I'll make it easyWhat else you do, B?For girls to squeeze meI'm phat but my numbers runListen son, I'ma show them how it's doneWhen my swagger weighs a tonStickin' straws inside of girls, you can call me the Capri SunI make the girls drip, so I guess I eat GushersScreaming out yeah like I'm eating out UsherIn your dad's bedroom where I fuck youKnockin' on the door, so you're screaming out "nothing"But they all know it's somethingYou didn't think I'd tear the pussy up, did you pumpkin?But better and better like Benjamin ButtonI hang out with Chester CheetoCooler than the ranch on your DoritoHotter than the peppers in your burritoGetting cheddar and cream, if you know what I meanYeah, I know what you mean, home girl mistakenShe think Gambino won't bring home baconOr bring home Swiss cheese, my dough got holesCause all these hoes want shoes and nice clothesThey want the Macy's, the Neiman MarcusThe Fendi purses, the Gucci parkasI know you want it, don't get me startedThey see Gambino and they act retardedPhat people do phat thingsEat snacks, mother fucker, eat snacksEat snacks, mother fucker, eat snacksEat snacks coming out of packsGuaranteed to put a little fat on your backEat snacks
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