Steve G. Lover - Make 'Em Mad lyrics

[Childish Gambino] 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 b**hes 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 f**, I bust a nut with tons of s*uts Go ahead shake your thing baby, look hot Why the girls doin' me? Ho why not? I mean why not? [Hook] Tell her, some bullsh** 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 n***a'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 [Steve G. Lover] 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 b**hes in the pen who I don't even visit You came in the carpet You get a lot of p**y 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 f** the juice A big bro throw bread like f** the loot I'm back b**h, I'm back Prince I'm back sh**, my home boy pissed off I put my hands on that a**, cause that sh** soft Two guns it'll burn off When you stunt like Stevie, it'll turn off [Hook]