Letras: Childish Gambino. Do Ya Like.

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, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Childish Gambino got that swagger
All these pussy niggas 'round here don't matter
All that I know is that I wanna dance with ya
Move in closer before I'm gonna kiss ya

Know that you know me
Don't act stupid
You seem different
Tired of these groupies
I'm on fire, won't find figga
Got big shots sayin, "That's that nigga"

HOV-y with glasses. Weezy but geeky
Girls in the lobby tryin' to meet me
I ain't afraid to say it. Yeah, I love these hoes
With their glasses, and their jacket, and their hipster clothes
Yes, I'm always on tour. Whatcha mad at that fo'?
Slammin' that thing like a Cadillac do'
I love fast women, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Have your cake and eat it. Baby, it's your birthday

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, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

It ain't trickin' if 'you know'
Baby, I 'you know'
Mama, you are with the right man; Juno
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 comin' on tonight
Gross! Why the fuck I say these things?
It isn't over, haven't heard the chubby lady sing
Everybody love me. Call a nigga Raymond
These weak niggas always in your face like Raybans

Yes, I bring the heat, girl. Fire, f-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

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, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh