Childish Gambino - All Yall lyrics

[Childish Gambino - All Yall lyrics]

Now it's the B to the izzo
You know what it is I'mma stunt on the d-low
Watch me get it in, spin in the seat
Black as can be
Rolling it up, giving a fuck
Like I'm a slut
"Bino that's my baby what he
Doin out at the club?"
Fuck about your dress code
My dress code is I got a big bank roll
I think so
Time to give these niggas something else
Island in the summer best believe
That shit ain't common wealth
Smile on her face best believe
She wearing nothing else
Watch the sun set that's a
Feeling that she never felt
We were born free, that's my God given
How a god living? Fantastic
Fans spazz when they see ya man passing
I'm in the Aston Martin
Unforgivable blackness beg your pardon
On my Jack Johnson nigga
All my shows sell tix like Boston nigga
Put this on at the cook out
Let me see you shmoney
Old school on the XM got your
Auntie singing "Hola Hola Ayy"
Hit the dream too hard
I'm the new young god this the new mixtape
But it's still the same game
How you gon be the don, when Don half my name
How you gon be the GOAT
When we are not the same
I be feeling all this money
But motherfuck the fame
It's the young Bino
I'm in your bae like Oakland
In my bed out of breath
I never been this open
If you niggas can't hear me
It's the weed I'm smoking
When I opened up the door I
Had the manager coughing like
"The hotels charging you a maintenance fee"
Gave that nigga 2 stacks and
Said I'm here all week
Let me roll OG, let me talk my shit
How you hotter than me? You
Ain't got no hit's
You just got a hot feature
Bare sole on the track so my feet hurt
Do some research, know my origin
I'm the new black, fuck oranges
Yeah, that's that nigga that
Yall love to hate redbone like golden gate
Childish y'all know the name
Getting hate from Charlemagnes
Last year things done changed
I was thinking bout killing y'all
I was working all night long
White bitches like King Kong
Getting money my theme song
Do whatever I want
Fuck your clique do what I want
Fuck your bitch do what I want
Here's some shit you niggas didn't know
Probably wrote your nigga verse
Probably wrote your nigga video
High as fuck on Arsenio
Chosen, now they show me my respect nigga
Frozen, Disney movie round his neck nigga
I told ya, I'm the best right now
From Atlanta where them niggas in
Your chest like "blow"
Royalty equal sign black philosophers
Became a top 5 cause nobody
Else was stopping us
They want me Hopsin but I'm
Popping and getting confident
God forbid we give him props
For the job he did
Man his knob need some slobbering
I mean, fuck, do you want more?
I'm killing these niggas and still on tour
Fuck is y'all for?

This is for all of y'all
One day everyone's falling off
So right now we should all ball out
Life's too short to not all out
This is for all of y'all
One day everyone's falling off
So right now we should all ball out
Life's too short to not all out
I don't know what I really need
But I'd rather be smoking weed
I don't know what I really need, yeah
But I'd rather be smoking weed

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