Childish Gambino, Steve G. Lover - Make ’Em Mad lyrics
Childish Gambino [Donald McKinley Glover Jr.] Edwards, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Childish Gambino, Steve G. Lover - Make ’Em Mad lyrics]
Childish Gambino you will get in
With a wristband he know
People took an hour just to
Stand outside in line
I knew that you would do it
And I reckon you lookin' fine
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 im goin' home, now im in your pants
Forget that, I ain't take the condom off
New swag ever since im 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? Ho why not?
I mean why not?
Tell her, some bullshit on my whip im
'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
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 coming home like
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 pen
Who I don't even visit
You came in the carpet
You get a lot of pussy when
They make you a 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
With a wristband he know
People took an hour just to
Stand outside in line
I knew that you would do it
And I reckon you lookin' fine
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 im goin' home, now im in your pants
Forget that, I ain't take the condom off
New swag ever since im 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? Ho why not?
I mean why not?
Tell her, some bullshit on my whip im
'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
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 coming home like
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 pen
Who I don't even visit
You came in the carpet
You get a lot of pussy when
They make you a 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