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SCHOOLBOY Q lyrics : "There He Go"

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
Ain't got no jewelry on still I'm shinin' hard
Ain't got no bodyguard walkin' solo through the mall

(*##$es and the hoes know they see me they like: "There he go! "
They be like: "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go! "
Cheifin' like a mutha$#&@in' Seminole

Here we go, off probation probably go to Me-hi-co
Furthermore, can't find this in the store, this %#@! ain't for the low
Got my daughter swaggin' like her mutha$#&@in' daddy though

The patio with a mutha$#&@in' view
Nappy chin hairs, (*##$ I'm mutha$#&@in' Q
Uhhh, mutha$#&@a', mutha$#&@a' yeah

$#&@in' is my favorite word, reason why I'm $#&@in' 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

^!$$% try sneakin' up on me and I'm makin' noise
But what I failed to understand
I'm the mutha$#&@in' man, ran into him, he's a fan

!@%&...

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]

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 (*##$, they be like: "There he go! "
Black Hippy %#@!, 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: Schoolboy Q]
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
No, it be this ^!$$% here just lookin' at you lames

With my ^!$$%s, yo we bettin' on the Laker game
Even though my ^!$$%s lost another iTunes check to Dame
Garcia Vegas, yeah, that (*##$ be burnin' slow

'Quip a four, now the blunts go back around like merry-go
Uh, fo' sho', ain't no need for ^!$$%s out here frontin' do'
Metapho', how I come with it? I don't $#&@in' 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
Worldwide Holocaust, cuh we murder %#@!
Without a gun or knife, it's just a $#&@in' hit

#~!!@ drips, raining in her cervix, I'm a $#&@in' pimp
Saggin' low, crack a ^!$$% (*##$ just like pistachio


[Hook]

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