Текст песни ScHoolboy Q - There He Go

Habits & Contradictions
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: ScHoolboy Q
Альбом: Habits & Contradictions
Длительность: 03:20
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[Verse 1: SchoolBoy Q] Yeah! Ain't got no jewelry on still I'm shinin' hard Ain't got no bodyguard walkin' solo through the mall Bitches and the hoes know they see me they like: "There he go!" They be like: "There he go! SchoolBoy, there he go!" Cheifin' like a muthafuckin' Seminole Here we go, off probation probably go to Me-hi-co Furthermore, can't find this in the store, this shit ain't for the low Got my daughter swaggin' like her muthafuckin' daddy though The patio with a muthafuckin' view Nappy chin hairs, bitch I'm muthafuckin' Q Uhhh, muthafucka', muthafucka' yeah Fuckin' is my favorite word, reason why I'm fuckin' her She swallow my dick and balls, whatever occur Purr, I love that kitty cat Ass fat, throw it back, I can't believe you wifing that Deepthroat, seven or eleven, she's a double gulp My pistol drawn, her boyfriend got me paranoid Nigga try sneakin' up on me and I'm makin' noise But what I failed to understand I'm the muthafuckin' man, ran into him, he's a fan Goddamn... [Hook: SchoolBoy Q] I'm shinin' hard, they be like: "There he go!" No bodyguard, they be like: "There he go!" Up in your broad, they be like: "There he go!" They be like: "There he go! SchoolBoy, there he go!" HiiiPoweR bitch, they be like: "There he go!" Black Hippy shit, they be like: "There he go!" Magnificent, they be like: "There he go!" They be like: "There he go! SchoolBoy, there he go!" [Verse 2: SchoolBoy Q] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane No, it be this nigga here just lookin' at you lames With my niggas, yo we bettin' on the Laker game Even though my niggas lost another iTunes check to Dame Garcia Vegas, yeah, that bitch be burnin' slow 'Quip a four, now the blunts go back around like merry-go Uh, fo' sho', ain't no need for niggas out here frontin' do' Metapho', how I come with it? I don't fuckin' know Y'all actin' like that TDE don't run L.A Coslay been this tall since Pac, Death Row, and Dr. Dre Word to Dr. Dre, Detox is like a mix away So go ahead and let the grown-ups work and go somewhere and play Worldwide Holocaust, cuh we murder shit Without a gun or knife, it's just a fuckin' hit Pussy drips, raining in her cervix, I'm a fuckin' pimp Saggin' low, crack a nigga bitch just like pistachio [Hook]
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