My Homie

ScHoolboy Q

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    Mmm, mmm, yo yo
    Yo yo, yo yo yo yo, uh-uh
    Wait my whole life, to do this motherfucker up
    Yo yo yo yo, weed and Courvoisier and shit

    Yo yo, yo, uh-huh
    Nigga been waiting to get a Alchemist beat
    Since I bought 1st Infantry and shit, hehehe
    Yo yo yo yo

    What's a real nigga addiction? Money, weed and bitches
    Hanging with snitches, shit, it wasn't my intention

    I didn't know I knew him for years
    Who would think his gums were soft?
    To all my niggas I would die for

    Load my pistol up go out and war for
    Spend my last you keep your half we all poor
    No way to go ill walk you through my front door

    My ninjas do the same see when we was younger
    You were my mane
    Nigga I wouldn't figure you would be on that stand
    Putting my life up in you hands, pointing your finger like: Damn!

    For really though? We was just sling Oxy
    Like a year ago, you knew my sister tho
    Auntie, cousins and my uncle Joe
    Cuz, you hit my 'dro, see my nigga you's a ho

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    Remember those Cheerios? Ninja Turtles
    On my grandma's floor, I'm like for sure (Donatello)
    Catch you on the rebound you bound to dr-izz-ound
    Grave lounge where you sit down
    What goes around comes ar-izz-ound
    The sky is up and hell is low
    Keep your mouth shut, bet he won't tell no more

    What's a real nigga addiction? Money, weed and bitches
    Hanging with snitches, shit, it wasn't my intention
    Bitch-ass nigga (fuck yo' ass comin from?)
    Fo' sho'

    What's a real nigga addiction? Money, weed and bitches
    Hanging with snitches, shit, it wasn't my intention
    Bitch-ass nigga (who the fuck you on the phone with?)
    Aww shit

    Started around the bottom, ended up at the top
    Heard you was in some trouble, I unretired my Glock
    Did what I did who woulda knew you was the cops
    Talking all on the phone, to your homies about plots
    Got me up in the box

    Thought that you was my nigga
    Ya got your scentence reduced
    Cause you told em that I pulled the trigger
    And I was looking out for you
    Tried to show him just how we do
    Put all my shit aside now I'm through

    Figured that I would keep it crippy
    This what this real nigga get me
    Locked up for like a century
    While you get chances of a Bentley
    Fuck my old bitches while I beat my dick plenty
    My shooting finger itchy

    But I hope somebody get him, but probably not
    Shit I ain't sweating it, cuz got me hot, better get his ass popped
    Can't get over how we was tough as leather
    Man, we did everything together, fucked our first bitches

    And earned our first cheddar, robbed the first nigga
    Was down for whatever and I'll blast 'til forever
    If we had too, but it's all cool

    What's a real nigga addiction? Money, weed and bitches
    Hanging with snitches, shit, it wasn't my intention
    Bitch-ass nigga (fuck yo' ass comin from?)
    Fo' sho'

    What's a real nigga addiction? Money, weed and bitches
    Hanging with snitches, shit, it wasn't my intention
    Bitch-ass nigga (who the fuck you on the phone with?)
    Aww, shit

    Started around the bottom
    Started around the bottom, ended up at the top
    Started around the bottom, ended up at the top
    Don't let these niggas know your plots
    Wha-word, wha-word, word Q!

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    Composición: The Alchemist y Schoolboy Q

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