Sour Face Lyrics - Childish Gambino

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 

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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 Garзons 

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) 

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