Childish Gambino - So Sick Wit It lyrics

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Childish Gambino - So Sick Wit It lyrics

[Intro] Uhh Yeah! This how we do this (Sick Boi) Gonna show y'all how I does Childish, Gambino Gambino, on the real Let's do it Girl show your wobble off I'm not Queen Latifah but I (Set It Off) I'm lookin like a tight rainbow, Kangols, got my blue ruse Lookin like candy so I'm goody two-shoes Call me (Spruce Goose) cause my clothes so fly I'm not Howard Hughes, but I'm not a sane guy I'm a (Big Mac), you just a small fry Tryin so hard to get that swagger like mine And got them steps off my head, I guess my mind wanders Try to emulate my (Lifestyle) like condoms I'm fly on the mic, I'm fly as a DJ I keep a thick chick on (The Wire) like (Wee-Bey) He say, she say that I so handsome And Flay keep away from this girl like Ransom Sorry that your girl all Europe like Tyler You know him from the South, I stay dirty like Tyler [Chorus: repeat 8X] So sick with it that they call me ebola My boombox handy, blastin that stank You can Marcus like Quimby, they call me the Tank Cause nobody can touch me, I'm fire with a fade I ate a La-Z-Boy but I'm always gettin laid I'm jack of all trades, I can do no wrong I'm make a huge fart and it style like a song I talk jibber jabber and it comes out words I sh** out cavities, you flossin my turds I don't like ice; a little bit of gold and them Nikes The Cool Kids understand my plight I'm a simple Sam - I'm always thick with it cause that's who I am - I keep that sh** slick like my name was Pam - and even if I did it I'd be the flyest n***a drivin 'round in a Civic And for those who didn't get it, you should play it back I'm sick like a dog on crack, f'real [Chorus]

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