There He Go

ScHoolboy Q

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    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

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    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!"

    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

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    Composición: Hanely Quincey, Justin Andrew Harris, Brent Knopf y Daniel Frederic Selm

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