ScHoolboy Q - There He Go - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

Rap,West Coast

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[Verse 1] Ain't got no jewelry on, still I'm shining hard Ain't got no bodyguard, walking 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!" Chiefing like a mothafuckin' Seminole Here we go, off probation probably go to Mehico Furthermore, can't find this in the store, this shit ain't for the low Got my daughter swagging like her mothafuckin' daddy though The patio, what a mothafuckin' view Nappy chin hairs, bitch, I'm mothafuckin' Q Uhh, mothafucka, mothafucka, yeah Fucking is my favorite word, reason why I'm fucking 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 sneaking up on me and I'm making noise But what I failed to understand, I'm the mothafuckin' man Ran into him, he's a fan, goddamn [Hook] I'm shining 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] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane No, it be this nigga here just looking at you lames With my niggas, yo, we betting on the Laker game Even though my niggas lost, another iTunes check done came Garcia Vegas, yeah, that bitch be burning slow Quip a four, now the blunts go back around like merry-go Uh, for sure, ain't no need for niggas out here fronting doe Metaphor, how I come up with it? I don't fucking know Y'all acting like that TDE don't run LA Coast ain't been this hard 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 fucking hit Pussy drips, raining in her cervix, I'm a fucking pimp Sagging low, crack a nigga bitch just like pistachio [Hook
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