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lirik lagu schoolboy q – there he go


there he go

[verse 1:]
ain’t got no jewelry on still i’m shinin’ hard
ain’t got no bodyguard walkin’ solo through the mall
b-tches 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 m-th-f-ckin’ seminole
here we go, off probation probably go to me-hi-co
furthermore, can’t find this in the store, this sh-t ain’t for the low
got my daughter swaggin’ like her m-th-f-ckin’ daddy though
the patio, what a m-th-f-ckin’ view
nappy chin hairs, b-tch i’m m-th-f-ckin’ q
uhhh, m-th-f-cka’, m-th-f-cka’ yeah
f-ckin’ is my favorite word, reason why i’m f-ckin’ her
she swallow my d-ck and b-lls, whatever occur
purr, i love that kitty cat
-ss 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
n-gg- try sneakin’ up on me and i’m makin’ noise
but what i failed to understand
i’m the m-th-f-ckin’ man, ran into him, he’s a fan

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 b-tch, they be like: “there he go!”
black hippy sh-t, 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 n-gg- here just lookin’ at you lames
with my n-gg-s, yo we bettin’ on the laker game
even though my n-gg-s lost another itunes check to dame
garcia vegas, yeah, that b-tch be burnin’ slow
‘quip a four, now the blunts go back around like merry-go
uh, fo’ sho’, ain’t no need for n-gg-s out here frontin’ do’
metapho’, how i come with it? i don’t f-ckin’ know
y’all actin’ like that tde don’t run l.a
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 sh-t
without a gun or knife, it’s just a f-ckin’ hit
p-ssy drips, raining in her cervix, i’m a f-ckin’ pimp
saggin’ low, crack a n-gg- b-tch just like pistachio


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