Steve G. Lover - No Hookahs lyrics

(Intro – Childish Gambino 2X) Suddenly Relevant White girls on me you would think that I was selling it Black girl with me with a trunk like a elephant Took her to the suite and she gave me intelligent Ya! (Verse 1 – Childish Gambino) Let the game speak for me Are you doing these numbers? I don’t think you are homie I’m a real ni**a, I don’t tweet about it If I see you in the streets we can speak about it And you all up in my business you should keep up out it I know you ni**as doubt it Met her backstage Say my new s**t cla**ic and won’t age Giving two s**ts on my green like woo sticks Got no time for loose lips What the f**k did y’all say? Four seasons in Miami, I was like LeBron James Had to tip the valet, know he wanna steal it Young rich ni**a, that’s the s**t I got to deal with Old white money, that’s the s**t I got to deal with Had a head start, how’d I catch up? Got a hard drive, and it’s backed up Couple hits if you need em you should ask us I’m the new mace, all my girls a diddy I got a new face, all my girls is pretty I call it good taste, ni**as can’t buy that Summer in Hawaii man these ni**as can’t try that Bring back the source, BTI where the fives at? (Chorus – Childish Gambino) Just pa** me the paper Pa** me the vapor Don’t pa** me the hookah Cause I don’t really smoke hookah No I don’t really smoke hookah Put weed in my hookah (Verse 2 – Steve G Lover) G LOVE I don’t do the hookah ima roll a dutch 28 grams on hand, that’s so f**king much Roll it up, keep a bad bi**h if that ain’t enough Shorty so clutch, gotta a gram in her Gucci clutch I’m on OG, keep it OG Catch Zs on the flight I had a couple blue dreams Caught that case in Sweden, man a Ni**a need to tighten up All black Porsche, black car, I should light it up Roll a joint, I told my bigger brother light it up Hotel smoke free, I don’t really give a f**k Bad girls make the cell phone beep She go both ways, that’s a two way freak Bust a u-ey up on lennox, that’s a two way street I was whipping in the spider, not the kind with eight feet Hit spots, make it hot, like without the AC On that purple all day, man shoutout to AP, Aye, aye (Repeat Chorus)