Schoolboy Q feat. Kendrick Lamar - Collard Greens

Текст песни: Collard Greens

 Yea, yea, yea
 Uh, uh... yo, yo

[Chorus: Schoolboy Q]
 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

[Schoolboy Q:]
 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
 Fiendin'; gimme, gimme, gimme some
 Freak the freckles off your face, frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue
 Click my link and spread your buns, lose 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, poppin' since the intro
 You shoppin' from the window, play my favorite tempo


[Kendrick Lamar:]
 Hold up, BIATCH! This your favorite song
 Translation: Ven aquí mami, ese culo
 Tu quieres coger mi huevos y papi molesto espero
 Chupa ese puto pendejo el pinche cabrón; let's get it
 Nights like this I'm a 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, poppin' out, you look the weirdest
 Pop my top on the 105 head with no power steering, ah!


[Schoolboy Q:]
 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 fiendin'
 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 loving Q
 We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too


 Oh, oh, oh

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