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[Intro: DJ Drama (Childish Gambino)] Is it too much to ask for lyrics? (Iiight, Iiight Royalty is never done on a track) I mean it's 2014 man, c'mon really You niggas could learn a lot by now (I'll go first) [Verse 1: Childish Gambino] Give a fuck about these haters man I'm the fliest that there's ever been I'm always reppin' Stone Mountain You know my show is sold out You know my smoke is so loud It's stilla bout his business They about my business Flow so vicious When niggas talkin' shit, shut they mouth, catch what this is I walk up in the party, we took all the bitches They love how I move, we might need a minute God damn, some are looking like son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas Hang with models and a couple strippers She love my music so I nutted in her Damn I'm decent, Liam Neeson I'm takin' over, you plain sober Gassed up and you finished last Letras de cancionesI'm crying nigga, that's tear gas Woooh, now I'm flexing Was that fire? Bitch you guessed it [Hook: Royalty] I bet you I can make that ass hot Song done, drop it like a ass shot Say my sixteen will make that ass hot Song done, drop it like a ass shot Boy stuntin' got they ass hot Go on nigga, drop it like a ass shot Jump on this beat and get they ass hot Go on girl, drop it like a ass shot [Verse 2: Royalty] I am, the prince, two cups, always Our team, got money, stunt hard, so don't hate Fall off, no way, we run it, it's too late We smoke sour, call that flowers I just blew, a bouquet My girl, so sweet, like Crème brûlée But still, she that hood, like red Kool-Aid We on top, toupée, I got hits, like touché I just did Rome in one day I just flew out to Croat-ia I'm independent man and still doin' major Young King so flashy got me lookin' like lazers Atlanta housewife I can make ya like Fadra So let's play my, I'mma play ya Get bands, then head to [?] My niggas is bias My brothers are on the fuck with 'em get higher She love us spit fire, that flame is saliva We're riders that got Nick Cannon's now Make 'em drop you like Mariah, wassup [Hook] [Verse 3: Roayalty] Start her off with gin and tonic, mine's a double Out in Vegas fool, you know I'm bettin' double Double your car note, double your mama rent Ain't shit but house money, I ain't spent a cent Mo' money mo' problems, yeah that's official I just throw cash at it, that's my issue, it's hard So I feed my boo boo hard that [??] If she need mo', then girl I miss you, bye But ain't no lookin' back Cause I know it's a [?] house I'm goin' Chevy with metallic fuckin' gun style No door handle, she high tryna figure how While my auto mobile looks like Girls Gone Wild That's top off, nigga drop offs Slidin' dirty with yo' dame OG sativa baby, watch ahead for that air plane Fuck with my money, and I'm at your house like the mail came You meet the swing lion, beast mode, untamed [Hook] [Verse 4: Royalty] Big homie have you seen her She got the dope [?], all white nina Packed like Serena, maybe Trina Shit I don't know, they both got ass So of course he came to give you all these courses And you can't ignore 'em, cause these hoes adore 'em Words hot, don't slur 'em I just speak up, so please ho, keep up Please ho, keep up Ok, ok, ok, she ain't getting money, no way I met her on a Monday, but I fucked her back to Sunday I told her she my Brandy, I'm her one and only one Ye Till she drove off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai, bitch From Letras Mania