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Schoolboy Q( Quincy Matthew Hanley )
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Collard Greens
[Hook:Schoolboy Q] Oh oh, luxury Chiddy ching ching could buy anything, cop that Oh oh, collard greens Three degrees low making half of me, drop that Oh oh down with that shit Drink shit smoke spiffs smoke with the shit, aye Oh oh down with the shit Pop this, pop this down with the shit [Verse 1: Schoolboy Q] Smoke this, drink this Straight to my liver Watch this, no tic Yea I'm the nigga Gang rap, X-mas Smoke, shots out the liver, faded, Vegas Might sponsor the killer Shake it, break it Hot for the winter Drop it cop it, eyes locked on your inner object Rock it, blast blast new beginnings, lovely Thinkin' how not I remember Fiendin' Gimme gimme gimme some Freak the freckles off your face Frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue Click my leak and snatch your buns Loose it then don't make it numb Blow it baby, no Sudan Icky icky icky Fucking in the car service Thank you for the car pool Chromosome thoughtful Prolly off a Norco And gas, not the Arco Popping since the intro You shopping from the window Play my favorite tempo [Hook] [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Hold up biatch This your favorite song Translation, ven aqui, Mami, asi culo Tu Quiero comer mi guevos Si poppin' mujer eso perro pasa pendejo El pinche cabron Let's get it Nights like this I'mma knight like this Sword in my hand I fight like this I am more than a man I'mma God Bitch touche en garde Tupe drop and the beat just pop Under that tank top and bra And when I say Thuu thuu thuu Bitch that be K-dot She want some more of this, I give her more of this I owe her this, in fact I know she miss the way I floored this I'm for kiss I know my Houston partner drop a four on this four kisses And slow it down, alright let me blow this bitch I'm famous I blame this on you Cash in the mirror Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest Watch it, your eye fixed poppin' out you look the weirdest Pop my top with a 105, head no power steering ah [Hook] [Verse 3: Schoolboy Q] Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom Broke niggas hate it Still never robbed them guns in the basement Out neff have a problem Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana Function on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker Water is garlic go crazy like no other weeds We steady blowing Pass the boy to the mamma, runs in the family Fuck keep a nigga fiending uh Faded faded faded right? Shot glass super size She gon' get some dick tonight Meet me at the W, and no it's not the Westside Stick it up your Southside Icky icky icky Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes Smoking weed and drinking, all the college students lovin' Q We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too [Hook]
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