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(Lover…)

[Verse 1]
My homies always wonder I keep a girl on my tip
I ain’t the cutest muthafucka and I got big lips
But when I do with what I got with a freak on my side
Get your hoes in check, and yo, what the heck
I eat pussy, and you can even call me a pro
Let me get a napkin and knife and fork—where’s the hoe?
A connoisseur, I’m ready, willing, and pure
A long tongue to get a bitch sprung
Because I’m the type of nigga that won’t say much
But if you got a big ass, fill the glass
With a little more Hennessy
And the pussy right now is looking pretty to me
So come on, girl, get your ass under the covers
And let me show you first hand why I’m the Lick ‘Em Low Lover

[Chorus]
(Lover…) Lick ‘em lower, lick ‘em lower
(Lover…) Lick ‘em lower, lick ‘em lower

[Verse 2]
Papa was a candy layer, so you can call me Baby Snickers
And we had plenty of visitors
‘Cause anytime mama was gone
Daddy had it goin’ on, to the break of dawn
I used to peep in the hole of the door
And all I saw was feet in the air, and my daddy’s face below
And we was suckin’ and suckin’
But I was tryna figure out why they wasn’t fuckin’ (yo, yo)
But back to the matter at mouth, I mean, the matter at hand
And all I could say was just “Damn!”
If he doin’ what I think he is, lickin’ pussy like a sucker
And that was the birth of the Lick ‘Em Low Lover

[Chorus]
(Lover…) Lick ‘em lower, lick ‘em lower
(Lover…) Lick ‘em lower, lick ‘em lower
(Lover…) Lick ‘em lower, lick ‘em lower
(Lover…) Lick ‘em lower, lick ‘em lower

[Verse 3]
In high school, I was voted “Most Likely to Go Down Under”
And I had more hoes than a street corner
They used to call me Daddy Long Stroke
It was an inside joke ‘cause I was pumpin’ the throats
I mean, hoe after hoe after bitch after bitch
I got a little rich and then came a freak bitch
Named Erica, legs and long hair and a
Booty that’ll make a nigga think she was wearin’ no
Panties or nothin’, bumpin’, I wish she was
She made me an offer that I couldn’t refuse
Butt booty naked I got, she was hotter than hot
I had to licky-licky-licky-licky-licky-licky
Lick her where the sun don’t shine
Took a sip of wine, and prepared for the tongue grind
I licked her up and down and she was mine
I bit her pussy and had her screamin’ and fartin’ at the same time
(Lover…)

[Intro]
One, two, three, four

[Chorus]
She looks like fun
She looks like fun
She looks like fun
She looks like

[Verse 1]
Smile like you’ve got a straw in something tropical
I’ve got the party plugged right into my skull
Wayne Manor, what a memorable N.Y.E

[Chorus]
(She looks like fun)
Good morning
(She looks like fun)
Cheeseburger
(She looks like fun)
Snowboarding
(She looks like)

[Verse 2]
Finally, I can share with you through cloudy skies
Every whimsical thought that enters my mind
There ain’t no limit to the length of the dickheads we can be

[Chorus]
(She looks like fun)
Bukowski
(She looks like fun)
Dogsitting
(She looks like fun)
Screwballing
(She looks like)

[Verse 3]
Finally, there’s a place where you can wag your tongue
Baby, but why can’t we all just get along?
Dance as if somebody’s watching, because they are

[Bridge]
No one’s on the streets
We moved it all online
As of March
I’m so full of shite, I need to spend less time stood around in bars waffling on to strangers all about martial arts
And how much I respect them

[Chorus]
(She looks like fun)
Key changes
(She looks like fun)
Re-thinking
(She looks like fun)
New order
(She looks like fun)

[Verse 1]
For you
I’ll enjoy it when you make it hard
For you, for you
And for you
I’ll be easier than a five-year-old’s homework
For you

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I’ll be your shelter when it rains
The fizzy aspirin for your pain
A pretty picture in your frame
I’ll be the keeper of your time
I’ll bleed the red that’s in your wine
I’ll be the vision in your eye

[Chorus]
I’m your love slave
Lay upon me and get high
You can play me like a violin
Baby, I can be your anything
Oh, I’m your love slave
Lay upon me and get high
Wrap around you like a piece of string
Baby, I can be your anything

[Verse 2]
For you
I’ll draw purple ribbons in the skies
For you, for you

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I’ll steer the drive that makes you win
I’ll breathe the notes that make you sing
I’ll be the feathers in your wings
I’ll be the liquid through your veins
The magic pills that keep you sane
I’ll be the winnings in your game

[Chorus]
I’m your love slave
Lay upon me and get high
You can play me like a violin
Baby, I can be your anything
I’ll wrap around you like a piece of string
Baby, I can be your anything

[Intro: Choir]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away

[Bridge: Childish Gambino & Young Thug]
We just wanna party
Party just for you
We just want the money
Money just for you
I know you wanna party
Party just for me
Girl, you got me dancin’ (yeah, girl, you got me dancin’)
Dance and shake the frame
We just wanna party (yeah)
Party just for you (yeah)
We just want the money (yeah)
Money just for you (you)
I know you wanna party (yeah)
Party just for me (yeah)
Girl, you got me dancin’ (yeah, girl, you got me dancin’)
Dance and shake the frame (you)

[Chorus: Childish Gambino]
This is America
Don’t catch you slippin’ up
Don’t catch you slippin’ up
Look what I’m whippin’ up
This is America (woo)
Don’t catch you slippin’ up
Don’t catch you slippin’ up
Look what I’m whippin’ up

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino, Blocboy JB, Young Thug, & 21 Savage]
This is America (skrrt, skrrt, woo)
Don’t catch you slippin’ up (ayy)
Look at how I’m livin’ now
Police be trippin’ now (woo)
Yeah, this is America (woo, ayy)
Guns in my area (word, my area)
I got the strap (ayy, ayy)
I gotta carry ’em
Yeah, yeah, I’ma go into this (ugh)
Yeah, yeah, this is guerilla (woo)
Yeah, yeah, I’ma go get the bag
Yeah, yeah, or I’ma get the pad
Yeah, yeah, I’m so cold like yeah (yeah)
I’m so dope like yeah (woo)
We gon’ blow like yeah (straight up, uh)

[Refrain: Choir & Childish Gambino]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody
You go tell somebody
Grandma told me
Get your money, Black man (get your money)
Get your money, Black man (get your money)
Get your money, Black man (get your, Black man)
Get your money, Black man (get your, Black man)
Black man

[Chorus: Childish Gambino, Slim Jxmmi, & Young Thug]
This is America (woo, ayy)
Don’t catch you slippin’ up (woo, woo, don’t catch you slippin’, now)
Don’t catch you slippin’ up (ayy, woah)
Look what I’m whippin’ up (Slime!)
This is America (yeah, yeah)
Don’t catch you slippin’ up (woah, ayy)
Don’t catch you slippin’ up (ayy, woo)
Look what I’m whippin’ up (ayy)

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino, Quavo, Young Thug, & 21 Savage]
Look how I’m geekin’ out (hey)
I’m so fitted (I’m so fitted, woo)
I’m on Gucci (I’m on Gucci)
I’m so pretty (yeah, yeah)
I’m gon’ get it (ayy, I’m gon’ get it)
Watch me move (blaow)
This a celly (ha)
That’s a tool (yeah)
On my Kodak (woo, Black)
Ooh, know that (yeah, know that, hold on)
Get it (get it, get it)
Ooh, work it (21)
Hunnid bands, hunnid bands, hunnid bands (hunnid bands)
Contraband, contraband, contraband (contraband)
I got the plug on Oaxaca (woah)
They gonna find you that blocka (blaow)

[Refrain: Choir, Childish Gambino, & Young Thug]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody
America, I just checked my following list and
You go tell somebody
You mothafuckas owe me
Grandma told me
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
Get your money, Black man (get your, Black man)
Get your money, Black man (get your, Black man)
Black man
One, two, get down
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody
You go tell somebody
Grandma told me, “Get your money”
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
Black man

[Outro: Young Thug]
You just a Black man in this world
You just a barcode, ayy
You just a Black man in this world
Drivin’ expensive foreigns, ayy
You just a big dawg, yeah
I kenneled him in the backyard
No probably ain’t life to a dog
For a big dog

[Intro: Choir]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away

[Bridge: Childish Gambino & Young Thug]
We just wanna party
Party just for you
We just want the money
Money just for you
I know you wanna party
Party just for me
Girl, you got me dancin’ (yeah, girl, you got me dancin’)
Dance and shake the frame
We just wanna party (yeah)
Party just for you (yeah)
We just want the money (yeah)
Money just for you (you)
I know you wanna party (yeah)
Party just for me (yeah)
Girl, you got me dancin’ (yeah, girl, you got me dancin’)
Dance and shake the frame (you)

[Chorus: Childish Gambino]
This is America
Don’t catch you slippin’ up
Don’t catch you slippin’ up
Look what I’m whippin’ up
This is America (woo)
Don’t catch you slippin’ up
Don’t catch you slippin’ up
Look what I’m whippin’ up

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino, Blocboy JB, Young Thug, & 21 Savage]
This is America (skrrt, skrrt, woo)
Don’t catch you slippin’ up (ayy)
Look at how I’m livin’ now
Police be trippin’ now (woo)
Yeah, this is America (woo, ayy)
Guns in my area (word, my area)
I got the strap (ayy, ayy)
I gotta carry ’em
Yeah, yeah, I’ma go into this (ugh)
Yeah, yeah, this is guerilla (woo)
Yeah, yeah, I’ma go get the bag
Yeah, yeah, or I’ma get the pad
Yeah, yeah, I’m so cold like yeah (yeah)
I’m so dope like yeah (woo)
We gon’ blow like yeah (straight up, uh)

[Refrain: Choir & Childish Gambino]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody
You go tell somebody
Grandma told me
Get your money, Black man (get your money)
Get your money, Black man (get your money)
Get your money, Black man (get your, Black man)
Get your money, Black man (get your, Black man)
Black man

[Chorus: Childish Gambino, Slim Jxmmi, & Young Thug]
This is America (woo, ayy)
Don’t catch you slippin’ up (woo, woo, don’t catch you slippin’, now)
Don’t catch you slippin’ up (ayy, woah)
Look what I’m whippin’ up (Slime!)
This is America (yeah, yeah)
Don’t catch you slippin’ up (woah, ayy)
Don’t catch you slippin’ up (ayy, woo)
Look what I’m whippin’ up (ayy)

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino, Quavo, Young Thug, & 21 Savage]
Look how I’m geekin’ out (hey)
I’m so fitted (I’m so fitted, woo)
I’m on Gucci (I’m on Gucci)
I’m so pretty (yeah, yeah)
I’m gon’ get it (ayy, I’m gon’ get it)
Watch me move (blaow)
This a celly (ha)
That’s a tool (yeah)
On my Kodak (woo, Black)
Ooh, know that (yeah, know that, hold on)
Get it (get it, get it)
Ooh, work it (21)
Hunnid bands, hunnid bands, hunnid bands (hunnid bands)
Contraband, contraband, contraband (contraband)
I got the plug on Oaxaca (woah)
They gonna find you that blocka (blaow)

[Refrain: Choir, Childish Gambino, & Young Thug]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody
America, I just checked my following list and
You go tell somebody
You mothafuckas owe me
Grandma told me
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
Get your money, Black man (get your, Black man)
Get your money, Black man (get your, Black man)
Black man
One, two, get down
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody
You go tell somebody
Grandma told me, “Get your money”
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
Get your money, Black man (Black man)
Black man

[Outro: Young Thug]
You just a Black man in this world
You just a barcode, ayy
You just a Black man in this world
Drivin’ expensive foreigns, ayy
You just a big dawg, yeah
I kenneled him in the backyard
No probably ain’t life to a dog
For a big dog