Schoolboy Q, Kendrick Lamar - Collard Greens

[Chorus:]
Oh, oh, luxury,
Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that.
Oh, oh, collard greens,
Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that.
Oh, oh, down with that shit,
Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit.
Hey, oh, oh, down with the shit,
Cop this, pop this, down with the shit.

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver,
Watch this, no tick, yeah, I'm the nigga,
Gang rap, Xmas, smoke, shots I deliver,
Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer,
Shake it, break it, hot-hot for the winter,
Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object,
Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings,
Lovely, pinky how not I remember, fiendin'.
Gimme, gimme, gimme some,
Freak the freckles off your face, frenchy, freakin', swappin' tongue,
Click my link and spread your buns, loose your denim, make it numb,
Blow it baby, no Saddam, icky-icky, icky-icky.
Fuckin' in the car service, thank me for the car pool,
Chromosome, part full, prolly off a Norco
And gas, not the Arco, poppin' since the intro,
You shoppin' from the window, play my favorite tempo.

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[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Hold up, biatch! This your favorite song.
Translation: ven aqui, mami, ese culo.
Tu quieres cojer mis huevos, y papi me desespero,
Chuparse puto pendejo, el pinche carbon.
Let's get it!
Nights like this, I'm a knight like this, sword in my hand, I fight like this,
And I'm more than a man, I'm a God, bitch, touchér, en garde.
Toupée drop and her two tits pop out of that tank top and bra,
And when I say, “Doo-doo, doo-doo!” Bitch, that be K. Dot.
She want some more of this, I give her more of this, I owe her this,
In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, I'm forgis,
I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this,
And focus, and slow it down, alright, let me blow this, bitch.
I'm famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror,
Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest,
Watch it, your optics, poppin' out, you look the weirdest,
Pop my top on the 105, head with no power steering, ah!

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[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom,
Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed him,
Guns in the basement, out they have a problem,
Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana.
Function on fire, burn the roof off this mothafucka,
Psych ward is ballin', go craze like no other,
Weed steady blowin', pass the blunt to my momma,
Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiendin', uh.
Faded, faded-faded right,
Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick tonight,
Meet me at the W, and no it's not the Westside,
Stick it up ya Southside, icky-icky, icky-icky.
Balla futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude,
What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes,
Smokin' weed and drinkin', all the college students lovin' Q,
We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too.

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