Phat People

Childish Gambino

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Verse 1: Billy Scafuri

One, two, three, check it out
On the road to sandwiches and chicken wings
Fat people do phat things
Using salt and pepper for their seasonings
Fat people do phat things
Check it out
It’s B to the I to the double L-Y
My friends all know I’m not an ordinary guy
I like little things, like chicken wings
BBQ sauce, honey mustard, onion rings
And when my cell phone rings it goes jingle-jing
I say hello, I say hello, I say who this be?
They say it’s Fancy Ned, I got a fancy head
I’ll eat a fancy ass sandwich on some fancy ass bread

Verse 2: Childish Gambino

The wait is over, shut up, bend over
I hang with monsters, I chill with Grover
The boy Ebola, my boy fat too
And my girl so fat that they call her Oprah
I got that green like a bowl of okra
Loose change so fat can’t fit my sofa
I head to the bank, call the shit my grocer
It’s Sex in the City, get the fat mimosa
Me and B, we fat boys, hang with fat girls
Driving fat toys, fuck Dan Aykroyd
I’m live on a Saturday night
I got two fat girls, I’m doing it right
Like my name John Goodman
I got the fat crib so I’m doing real good, man
And I’m up to no good, man
This is how I get fat, call the shit cooking

Chorus: Childish Gambino

Fat people do fat things
Fat people do fat things
Fat people do fat things
Fat people do fat things

Verse 3: Billy Scafuri

I tip waitresses, I tip scales
My style is kind of fat like an Orca whale
I’m sipping whole milk as I stare
Thinking I can be your Oprah, you can be my Gayle
Cause I am a fat boy, never been to Bally’s
Married to this fat life, call me Kirstie Alley
Married to the snack life, counting every calorie
Might just open up a fat boy art gallery

Verse 4: Childish Gambino & Billy Scafuri

What else you do, B?
I’ll make it easy
What else you do, B?
For girls to squeeze me
I’m phat but my numbers run
Listen, son, I’mma show them how it’s done
When my swagger weighs a ton
Stickin’ straws inside of girls, you can call me the Capri Sun

Verse 5: Childish Gambino

I make the girls drip, so I guess I eat Gushers
Screaming out yeah like I’m eating out Usher
In your dad’s bedroom where I fuck you
Knockin’ on the door, so you’re screaming out “nothing”
But they all know it’s something
You didn’t think I’d tear the pussy up, did you pumpkin?
But better and better like Benjamin Button

Verse 6: Billy Scafuri & Childish Gambino

I hang out with Chester Cheeto
Cooler than the ranch on your Dorito
Hotter than the peppers in your burrito
Getting cheddar and cream, if you know what I mean
Yeah, I know what you mean, homegirl mistaken
She think Gambino won’t bring home bacon
Or bring home Swiss cheese, my dough got holes
Cause all these hoes want shoes and nice clothes
They want the Macy’s, the Neiman Marcus
The Fendi purses, the Gucci parkas
I know you want it, don’t get me started
They see Gambino and they act retarded

Chorus: Childish Gambino

Fat people do fat things
Fat people do fat things
Fat people do fat things
Fat people do fat things

Outro: Billy Scafuri

Eat snacks, mother fucker, eat snacks
Eat snacks, mother fucker, eat snacks
Eat snacks coming out of packs
Guaranteed to put a little fat on your back
Eat snacks

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