Move That Dope / Nextel Chirp / Let Your Hair Blow Lyrics - Singles - Childish Gambino

Whippin' the Lam', whippin' and grippin' the Lam' 

Niggas like 'bino the man, I was like damn 

I was allergic to not makin' money, the timing was perfect 

They used to not pay him no never mind 

Niggas these numbers don't ever lie 

Fuck wit' your boy like a pedophile 

Damn I'm fly, I'm so high I might need a spaceship 

I'm on acid, this bitch is basic 

We them niggas y'all love to hate on 

But when you see us y'all never say shit 

Conversation, I'm in that, top 5, I'm in rap 

Pussy niggas, y'all say shit and don't do shit 

Flew your girl to Saint Lucia 

Oh, these niggas are not from Atlanta, these niggas are not from Atlanta 

Cause I'm from Atlanta and we would just handle it 

Struggle rap, Canibus 

Amethyst, my weed purple 

Rap game, I'm Steve Urkel, Urquelle 

She want some pics, I'm like "oh well, you better Google search" 

Money rule my universe 

Nigga we made it 

We had the beat and then we heard the verse and said "nigga we hate it" 

Livin' my life like I'm Jaden (Smith) 

Tesla the color of Satan (whip) 

Bitches are mine for the takin' 

I understand why you hate us 

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Hit me on my Nextel chirp, when you heard that *brrrp* *brrrp*, mean that nigga got some work 

Yeah, my cousin used to serve him, now he learning how to walk 

If you really from Atlanta then you heard this shit before 

Yeah, you know, uh 

Yes I be the man, who you tellin'? 

Smokin' on that loud, what you smellin'? 

Cops want a nigga for the sport 

Hundred dollars, can't afford it 

Made my momma cry in court 

Fuck them niggas 

Fulton County, Cobb County, see the twelevy out 

See you wit' your friends and break you up cause you hanging out 

Learn to talk about, what you talkin' 'bout? 

Never on the phone, had to do it on my own 

Took a minute, now we on, yeah 

Scooter got the Street Lottery, that's a classic 

Cause it be showin' niggas how to be when you passin' 

That white girl, that white girl, Niykee Heaton, yeah 

I might girl, I might girl, are you eatin' though? 

Patience, congratulations, I'm on my A shit 

I met this dude while on vacation, I didn't say shit 

When he was talkin' all that bullshit about the nation 

Starter, I just gave a facial, my reparations 

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Uh, it's a new black renaissance 

Uh, all that wack shit Jay be on 

Uh, what's the type of shit that they be on 

Uh, what's the type of shit that they be on 

Let the top down and let your hair blow You got a perfect body, all natural 

Body that the superstar lookin' for 

Hey baby, let's just go for a ride, okay 

Let the top down and let your hair blow 

Let the top down and let your hair blow 

You got a perfect body, all natural 

Body that the superstar lookin' for 

Let's ride and let the top down 

Let your hair blow, ride and smoke out 

We party on the Interstate, shut I-20 down 

Even in the winter flexin' with the top down 

Top down, let 'em see a king 

East side, East side, I'm just bein' me 

I'm just seein' Gs, I'm just makin' culture 

I just say the realest shit and hope it don't insult you 

On stage, yellin' crazy shit 

I was high but I meant that shit 

Let it out, gotta vent that shit 

Play me loud, that's event music 

I don't swear to God, I just swear to me 

I don't think there's anything I couldn't be 

All we know is trust, that's the R O Y A L T Y 

Please don't ask a king what it's hard to be