Childish Gambino - Tru Dudes (Ripped version) lyrics

Is it really that bad that my clothes is tight? That I hydrate babes like Pedialyte That I stay rock hard like a meteorite But your homeboy here was an idiot right? Well, ya thought wrong, I got flavor I rock shows with the blue lightsaber I hit dimes but also date eighters I make moves, blow up like Al-Qaeda I'm in kicks that you can't buy yet Ya kicks okay like your name Wyatt Care Bear Clockers, pink highlighters Haters wanna snack my heat like firefighters Boys out there think they just like me Naw naw, y'all funny, y'all from UCB? Y'all standin' in line, I'm in VIP Y'all know sh** 'bout me like TIP, hah! [Hook] Ooh, bum bumbumbum bum bumbumbum [Verse 2: MC Chris] Think your voice's funny man, that's kind of hilarious I'm the rapper makin' noise when there's shadow in your area I'm like a ? cause I'm a little aquaceous I do it for the hotties with the bodies bodacious I'm high pitched, might flip if ya diss my node Think Chris ain't the sh**, you can kiss my chode Weak a** sales, not too early to boast Seriously bro, hand over the security code Because my rhymes so fresh, green grocers' gotta spray 'em Fired all my lawyers cause I didn't wanna pay 'em From the PM to the AM I'll slay 'em with the sawed-off Make a little money and I'll smoke the marijuana MC without Glover is Matubb without Wigs Jam and peanut bu*ter with the crust cut off for kids One smokes Khan, the other smokes Mids Let's mix it up a little like the DJ did Bacardi and Coke, black and white cookie Smokin' in the alley cause you know we're playin' hooky We're up to no good, please don't tell our mamas ? cause we got this for Obama [Hook] [Verse 3] Sick of the old yellow, money like bank tellers The chicks that I'm with are thicker thank Nutella Y'all need to switch quick and get with a slick fella Cause I'm bout to go Rihanna like I'm an Umbrella Come over to my place, we can cut like shears And make some mistakes like Jamie Lynn Spears I'm nasty? No. Forward? Yes I'm hip to the game, you're a rook like chess My money so long that they call it John Silver's Your money so light that it float like pillows Oopsy, k**ers, you can see They close up shop when the clerks see me I'm not Kanye, but my collar's popped Cause the bro's like soda, I sh** you not This sh**'s bright orange, Fanta shade You got the yellow face, that's my lemon aide I'mma try to stay tight like girls that f** hard Stay in the Bay with green like Brett Farve [Hook x3]