Lyrics Childish Gambino – Make Em’ Mad

These bitches better be mine, I’m horny all the time
Gambino be the one who put a hump up in your spine
Drink a little wine, do a little dance
Now I’m goin’ home, now I’m in your pants
Forget that, I ain’t take the condom off
New swag ever since I’m bustin’ off
I get head like a bottle of Tylenol
You like girls when you know you can buy them all
A fireball, I’m hot as fuck, I bust a nut with tons of sluts
Go ahead shake your thing baby, look hot
Why the girls doin’ me? I mean why not?
I mean why not?

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Tell her, some bullshit on my whip I’m ’bout to take it back
When I switch it up I pull up in the newest jag
Any time we in I hit the strip and do it bad
Y’all nigga’s hatin’ us I know we make ’em mad
It make ’em mad it make ’em mad it make ’em mad
When we put on the swag
It make ’em mad when we put on the swag

Verse 2: Steve G. Lover
Ay, Childish let me get em’
They ain’t in our league, so they can’t hang with em’
Strip club, and the squad came with em’
Two girls in the home, and they fresh outta prison
Say words if you get it

We only give a damn if a check came with it
Two blunts and that old dude who lives it
I got bitches in the pan who I don’t even visit
You came in the carpet
You get a lot of pussy when it ain’t do the star
A girl in LA and I don’t know her name
But she get pissed off when she talking insane
Paper man people guns with the thang’
I was a little broke but it started to change
Drop a couple songs, and that’s all of the bang
Cause I ridin’ on the track like I’m part of a train
My girl southside when I hit the booth
I drink roc’ roc’ straight fuck the juice
A big bro throw bread like fuck the loot
I’m back bitch, I’m back Prince
I’m back shit, my home boy pissed off
I put my hands on that ass, cause that shit soft
Two guns it’ll burn off
When you stunt like Stevie, it’ll turn off

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