Testo There He Go - ScHoolboy Q
Testo della canzone There He Go (ScHoolboy Q), tratta dall'album Habits & Contradictions
Yeah
Ain't got no jewelry on still I'm shinin' hard (hard)
Ain't got no bodyguard walkin' solo through the mall (mall)
Bitches and the hoes know, they see me they like: "There he go!"
They be like, "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!" (go)
Cheifin' like a motherfuckin' Seminole
Here we go, off probation, probably go to Mexico
Furthermore, can't find this in the store, this shit ain't for the low
Got my daughter swaggin' like her motherfuckin' daddy though
The patio, what a motherfuckin' view
Nappy chin hairs, bitch I'm motherfucking Q
Uh, motherfucker, motherfucker yeah
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 (mm)
My pistol drawn, her boyfriend got me paranoid (paranoid)
Nigga try sneaking up on me, and I'm making noise, ugh (bla-kah, bla-kah, bla-kah)
But what I failed to understand: I'm the motherfuckin' man (hey, hey)
Ran into him (hey), he's a fan, goddamn
I-I'm shinin' hard, they be like, "There he go!" (there he go)
No-No bodyguard, they be like, "There he go!" (there he go)
U-U-U-Up in your broad, they be like, "There he go!" (there he go)
They be like, "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!"
Hiii-Hiii-Hiii-HiiiPower, bitch, they be like, "There he go!"
Bl-Black Hippy shit, they be like, "There he go!" (yeah)
Ma-Magnificent, they be like, "There he go!" (there he go)
They be like, "There he go!" (ayy) "Schoolboy, there he go!" (yeah, yeah)
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane (plane, yeah)
No, it be this nigga here just lookin' at you lames (you lames)
With my nigga June, we betting on the Laker game
Even though my niggas lost, another i-Tunes check done came (hey)
Garcia Vegas, yeah, that bitch be burnin' slow
Crip a four, now the blunts go back around like merry-go (ugh)
Ugh, for sure, ain't no need for niggas out here fronting, though
Metaphor, how I come up with it? I don't fucking know (don't fucking know)
Y'all actin' like that TDE don't run L.A
Coast ain't been this tall 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 (yeah)
Worldwide Holocaust, cuh we murder shit (we murder shit)
Without a gun or knife, it's just a fucking hit (ayy)
Pussy drips, raining in her cervix, I'm a fuckin' pimp (fuckin' pimp)
Sagging low, crack a nigga bitch just like pistachio ('stachio, 'stachio, 'stachio, 'stachio)
I-I'm shinin' hard, they be like, "There he go!" (there he go)
No-No bodyguard, they be like, "There he go!" (nah-nah-nah)
U-U-U-Up in your broad, they be like, "There he go!" (there he go)
They be like, "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!"
Hiii-Hiii-Hiii-HiiiPower, bitch, they be like, "There he go!"
Bl-Black Hippy shit, they be like, "There he go!"
Ma-Magnificent, they be like, "There he go!" (there he go)
They be like, "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!" (yeah, yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Quincy Matthew Hanley, Brent Knopf, Daniel Frederic Seim, Justin Andrew Harris
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