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Video Karaoke Liedje Sweatpants - Childish Gambino

Deze opname is een cover van Sweatpants beroemd gemaakt door Childish Gambino

Inbegrepen indelingen:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Het bestandsformaat CDG (ook wel genoemd CD+G or MP3+G) is geschikt voor de meeste karaokemachines. Het bevat een MP3-bestand plus de gesynchroniseerde tekst (Karaoke Versie verkoopt geen cd's, maar uitsluitend de digitale bestanden).

Het is mogelijk om zomaar MP4 bestanden op MAC OS X en Windows7 bij default af te spelen.
Als u Windows XP of Vista gebruikt, moet u gebruik maken van Windows Media Player 12.

Dit bestandsformaat is geschikt voor KaraFun Windows Player, gratis karaokesoftware. Daarmee kune je de achtergrondzang of de hoofdzang aan of uit zetten of de toonhoogte of het tempo bepalen.

Je aankoop maakt het mogelijk de video in alle formaten te downloaden zo vaak je wilt.

Over

Met achtergrondkoor (met of zonder achtergrondzang in de KFN-versie)

Heeft hetzelfde tempo als het originele: 80 BPM

Op dezelfde toonhoogte als het origineel: E♭m

Tijdsduur: 03:01 - Preview aan: 01:18

EXPLICIETE TEKSTEN

Release datum: 2014
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, Engels
Originele schrijver: Donald Glover, Ludwig Goransson, Jason Martin

Alle beschikbare bestanden voor download zijn backing tracks, het is niet de originele muziek.

Lyrics Sweatpants

Watchin' haters wonder why
Gambino got the game locked
Half-Thai thickie
All she wanna do is Bangkok
Got her hair done
French braids, now she A$AP
Bino so insensitive
She askin' Why you say that
I'm chillin'
Real nigga feelin'
Rich kid asshole
Paint me as a villain
Still spittin' that cash flow
DJ Khaled
I got a penthouse on both coasts pH balance
Real nigga I rep those
Why though, 'cos I said so
Hip deep in that Pepto
I got five on her like Ben Folds
I got more tail than that PetCo
You faker than some Sweet'N Low
Yeah you got some silverware but really are you eatin' though
Are you eatin' though
Nigga are you eatin' though
Breakfast, lunch and dinner's for beginners
You ain't even know
Never catchin' cases
Why they faces look so E-M-O
Watch a hater hate me
Wanna play me like a piano
My architect know Japanese
Your girl she jockin' these
No hands like soccer teams and y'all fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain't coppin' these
Niggas ain't lookin' like me
Nah I ain't checkin' I.D. but I bounce 'em with no problem
Tell 'em Problem
I'm winnin'
Yeah yeah I'm winnin'
I'm winnin'
Yeah yeah I'm winnin'
I'm winnin'
Yeah yeah I'm winnin'
Rich kid, asshole
Paint me as a villain
Don't be mad 'cos I'm doin' me better than you doin' you
Don't be mad 'cos I'm doin' me better than you doin' you
Don't be mad 'cos I'm doin' me better than you doin' you
Better than you doin' you
Fuck it what you gon' do
Different color, my passport
Instagram my stack load
Hashtag my daywear and your girl drank my daycare
And I'm born rich, life ain't fair
It's silver spoon coon ho
Ain't nobody sicker in my Fisker
Vroom vroom ho
Ain't nobody
Fiskers don't make noise when they start up
Just so you know
Top of the holy totem
Ri-ri-ri-rich forever
A million was not the quota
My father owned half the MoMA and did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules
Trippin' off of them toadstools
More green than my Whole Foods and I'm too fly
Jeff Goldblum
Got a glasshouse in the Palisades
That A-K-A
White hood, white hood
O-K-K-K
Furniture custom
You shop at IKEA
Show Maserati
You whippin' a Kia
Spendin' this money
It's longer than Nia
Live like a Coppola
Me and Sofia
Wakin' up broke
Man wouldn't wanna be ya
Friends with the dopeman
Help a nigga re-up
Bring a girlfriend
Man trouble when I see her
Err eh err eh
Onomatopoeia
Oh I got my cool on
Tailor-made
I'm winnin' so they had to dump the Gatorade
And I don't give a fuck about my family name
Don't be mad 'cos I'm doin' me better than you doin' you
Don't be mad 'cos I'm doin' me better than you doin' you
Don't be mad 'cos I'm doin' me better than you doin' you
Better than you doin' you
Fuck it what you gon'

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