Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Higher Love lyrics

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Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Higher Love lyrics

[Hook: Childish Gambino] Baby girl, you know what I want Let me do it to ya, do it to ya Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh.. [Verse 1: Childish Gambino] Hovy with gla**es, Weezy but geeky Girls in the lobby tryin' to meet me I ain't afraid to say it, yeah I love these hoes And their gla**es, and their jacket, and their hipster clothes Yes, I'm always on tour, what you mad at that for? Slamming that thing like a Cadillac door I love fast women, Jackie Joyner-Kersee Have your cake and eat it, baby it's your birthday Tell me what you wanna do, I will make it happen I just wanna get you home and uh, uh, uh, uh, oh Yes, I'm drinking whiskey, baby I am gone tonight NBC is not the only thing I'm coming on tonight Gross, why the f** I say these things? It isn't over, haven't heard the chubby lady sing Everybody love me, call a n***a Raymond These weak n***as always in your face like Raybans Yes, I bring the heat, girl, fire, fireman Baby, I'm your hero, Donald for Spiderman I'm in love with you, but this is not tennis And baby stay stacked like she bad at Tetris Rude boy, I Rihanna that vagina Tell your boy, good luck tryin' to find ya [Hook: Childish Gambino] Baby girl, you know what I want Let me do it to ya, do it to ya Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh.. [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] It all started with this special herb Then after that it came to s**ual words I'm meeting shorty up to patch her a verse She played Bonnie and I collide with a vibe when I'm inside the walls I cut my shorties on the side cause I decide that she all Mine's, I keep her in my eyes at all times Not because I don't trust her I just, can't get enough of her On the phone late until her mom dukes be cussing her She played the hustler and I'm like mad customers Man swear I'm in love and ain't afraid to admit it Be blowing up her line, man I swear I'm addicted, but It's all cool cause when in love we all fools They say men lie and women lay naked that's all foolin' Numbers don't matter after the first night Right, so what the f** is love at the first sight If you ask me, another stupid an*logy Made to cover flaws in the female anatomy But I'm a keep gradually telling these b**hes Don't front, (don't front) [Hook: Childish Gambino] Baby girl, you know what I want Let me do it to ya, do it to ya Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh.. [Verse 3: Kanye West] You the number one trophy wife So it's only right to live the trophy life You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now Till one day I put an angel in your ultra sound I wanna dip that a** in gold, I wanna dip that a** in gold I made it over NBA, NFL players So every time I score it's like the Super Bowl Baby, we should hit the south of France So you could run around without them pants I put that glacier on your little hand Now that's the only thing without a tan My trophy on that Bound bike, I gave you only pipe If people don't hate then it won't be right You could look at Kylie, Kendall, Kourtney and Khloe All your Mama ever made was trophies, right? [Hook: Childish Gambino] Baby girl, you know what I want Let me do it to ya, do it to ya Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

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