It's a bonfire, turn the lights out I'm burnin' everything you muthafuckas talk about Okay, it's Childish Gambino, homegirl drop it like the NASDAQ Move white girls like there's coke up my asscrack Move black girls cause, man, fuck it, I'll do either I

Swing it around, I'ma go go go Drop down, pick it up up up Saw bad when I told her bring it here You're running me dry Oh girl, you're running me dry Cried my last tear drop Drop that, down, I'ma pick it up up up Oh, you tryna roll Oh, you're the reason

Let me get them Ohh's them ahh's Ohh's them ahh's Then we wake up in the morning we can do it again. Lights out. you bout to get it Salute me, I'm your lieutenant Baby girl you better stop making this here an obstacle Cause I got the artillery I'll

A-tisket, a-tasket A green and yellow basket I send a letter to my mommy On the way I dropped it I dropped it, I dropped it Yes, on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up And took put it in her pocket She was truckin' on down the avenue

(Joe Callicott) Drop down baby, just like showers of rain I hate to hear my fair brown call my name, yeah I hate to hear my fair brown call my name Well, she calls so loud, and the poor girl calls so plain Walks to the station, tears running down I got

A-tisket, a-tasket A green and yellow basket I send a letter to my mommy On the way I dropped it I dropped it, I dropped it Yes, on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up And took put it in her pocket She was truckin' on down the avenue

Girl I got you so high, and I know you like, So come and push it on me, if it feels alright, When you drop it low, and break me off, No, she doesn't mind (aight) she doesn't mind (aight) she doesn't mind. No, she doesn't mind (aight) she doesn't mind

Back it up for me, back it, back it up for me Oh woah, woah woah You don't get to see my face, just drop it down You don't get to see my face, just pop it down, pop it down Ooh, yeah yeah yeah UTU, FÈRINA! Girl I'm wavy

Falling on you All you can ever count on Are the raindrops That fall on little girl blue Sit there and count your fingers What can you do Old girl you're through Sit there, count your little fingers Unhappy little girl blue.

Growin' up in the gutter Once upon a time in an apartment home Lived a little girl with a heart of stone Cause part of her heart was partly gone Rarely seen and hardly known Treated like a mat on a boxing ring Blood drop stains on the twin box springs