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Collard Greens feat. Kendrick Lamar

Track byScHoolboy Q

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  • 2014.01.01
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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 Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver Watch this, no tick, yeah I'm the nigga Gang rap, X-mas, 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' Give me, give me, give me some Freak the freckles off your face Frenchy, freakin', swappin' tongue Click my link and spread your buns Lose 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, probly off a Norco And gas, not the Arco, poppin' since the intro You shoppin' from the window, play my favorite tempo 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 Hold up, biatch..! This yo' favorite song Translation: Ven aqui, mami, ese culo Tu quieres coger mis huevos, y papi me molestes Pero chuparse puto pendejo, el pinche cabron 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, touché, 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 steerin', ah! 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 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' 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 your SoutHside (Icky-icky, icky-icky) Baller 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 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

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