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. This that * you just bought, this that Q go damn hard. This that car that won't park, pedal to the floor, it won't stop. And just when you thought it won't drop, Oxymoron in stores. Come in kids
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probably be in the bushes. This is the reasons why I won't be * with pussies like you. Me, Tyler and Schoolboy Q, we tote 'em (Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours. Niggas got them choppers and they
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Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Ox. Whole life I been a G, had bitches on the block. Had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot. Got fiends at the do' so I turned that to a rock
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I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you. Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you. Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you. Hot degrees anti-freez
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Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Ox. Whole life I been a G, had bitches on the block. Had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot. Got fiends at the do' so I turned that to a rock
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, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips. 50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades. Renegade, * what rappers say, bitch, I am LA Groovy Q, murk the judges crew, * the jury
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Prescription drugs, show me love. Percocets, Adderall. Xanny bars, get codeine involved. Stuck in this body high, can't shake it off. I'm falling off, I can't hold a thought. What's wrong with me
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Ain't no worries, darling. Cause we're going to Spain, catch a plane to Tibet, darling. Can I show you this world, baby?. Ain't no rules to this life, darling You know Q gon' drop that funky *
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