Schoolboy Q
Schoolboy Q - Collard Greends lyrics
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Oh, oh, luxury Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that Oh, oh, collard greens Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that Oh, oh, down with that shit King shit, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye Oh, oh, down with the shit This, that, pop this down with the shit Smoke this, drink this Straight to my liver Watch this, no tick Yeah, I’m the nigga Gang rap, X-mas Smoke, shots out the liver Faded, Vegas Might sponsor the killer, shit Shake it, break it Hot hot for the winter Drop it, cop it Eyes locked on your inner object Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings Lovely, pinky how not I remember Fiending Gimme, gimme, gimme some Freak the freckles off your face Frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue Click my link and spread your buns Loose your denim, make it numb Blow it baby, no Saddam Icky, icky, icky Fucking in the car service Thank me for the car pool Chromosome, part full Prolly off a Norco And gas, not the Arco Popping since the intro You shopping from the window Play my favorite tempo Hold up, biatch This your favorite song Translation: Ven aqui Mami, asi culo Tu quiero coger mi huevos Y papi molestes pero Chuparse puto 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'm a God Bitch, touche, en garde Toupée drop and her two tits pop Out of that tank top and bra And when I say "Doo Doo Doo Doo!" 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 forgis I know my Houston partners Drop a four on this, and focus 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 optics Popping out, you look the weirdest Pop my top on the 105 Head with no power steering, ah! Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed 'em Guns in the basement, out they have a problem Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana Function on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker Psych ward is ballin', dope craze like no other Weed steady blowing, pass the blunt to my Mama Runs in the family, puff-puff 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 its not the westside Stick it up me 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 loving Q We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too