This Is America Lyrics – Childish Gambino

This Is America song is from the album Guava Island. The song is sung by Childish Gambino. The song’s music is composed by Donald Glover, Ludwig Göransson, Jeffery Lamar Williams & penned by Donald Glover. The music video directed by Hiro Murai starring Childish Gambino. Music Label RCA Records, Wolf + Rothstein, mcDJ Recording.

This Is America Song Credits

 

Song Title – This Is America
Album – Guava Island
Director – Hiro Murai
Starring – Childish Gambino
Composer – Donald Glover, Ludwig Göransson, Jeffery Lamar Williams
Singer – Childish Gambino
Lyricist – Donald Glover
Music Label -RCA Records, Wolf + Rothstein, mcDJ Recording

 

This Is America Song Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away

We just wanna party
Party just for you
We just want the money
Money just for you
I know you wanna party
Party just for free
Girl, you got me dancin’
Dance and shake the frame
We just wanna party
Party just for you
We just want the money
Money just for you
I know you wanna party
Party just for free
Girl, you got me dancin’
Dance and shake the frame

This is America
Don’t catch you slippin’ now
Don’t catch you slippin’ now
Look what I’m whippin’ now
This is America
Don’t catch you slippin’ now
Don’t catch you slippin’ now
Look what I’m whippin’ now

This is America
Don’t catch you slippin’ now
Look how I’m livin’ now
Police be trippin’ now
Yeah, this is America
Guns in my area
I got the strap
I gotta carry ’em
Yeah, yeah, I’ma go into this
Yeah, yeah, this is guerilla
Yeah, yeah, I’ma go get the bag
Yeah, yeah, or I’ma get the pad
Yeah, yeah, I’m so cold like, yeah
I’m so dope like, yeah
We gon’ blow like, yeah

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody
You go tell somebody
Grandma told me
Get your money, Black man
Get your money, Black man
Get your money, Black man
Get your money, Black man
Black man

This is America
Don’t catch you slippin’ now
Don’t catch you slippin’ now
Look what I’m whippin’ now
This is America
Don’t catch you slippin’ now
Don’t catch you slippin’ now
Look what I’m whippin’ now

Look how I’m geekin’ out
I’m so fitted
I’m on Gucci
I’m so pretty
I’m gon’ get it
Watch me move
This a celly
That’s a tool
On my Kodak Black
Ooh, know that
Get it
Ooh, work it
Hunnid bands, hunnid bands, hunnid bands
Contraband, contraband, contraband
I got the plug in Oaxaca
They gonna find you like “blocka”

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody
America, I just checked my following list, and
You go tell somebody
You mothafuckas owe me
Grandma told me
Get your money, Black man
Get your money, Black man
Get your money, Black man
Get your money, Black man
Black man

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody
You go tell somebody
Grandma told me, “Get your money”
Get your money, Black man
Get your money, Black man
Get your money, Black man
Get your money, Black man
Black man

You just a black man in this world
You just a barcode, ayy
You just a black man in this world
Drivin’ expensive foreigns, ayy
You just a big dawg, yeah
I kenneled him in the backyard
No, probably ain’t life to a dog
For a big dog

This Is America Video

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