Lyrics Collard Greens - ScHoolboy Q , Kendrick Lamar
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Oh,
oh
Yo,
yo
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,
aye
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,
prolly
off
a
Norco
And
gas,
not
the
Arco,
popping
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,
aye
Oh,
oh,
down
with
the
shit
Cop
this,
pop
this,
down
with
the
shit
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
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,
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,
popping
out,
you
look
the
weirdest
Pop
my
top
on
the
105,
head
with
no
power
steering,
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,
aye
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
motherfucker
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
ya
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
loving
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,
aye
Oh,
oh,
down
with
the
shit
Cop
this,
pop
this,
down
with
the
shit,
oh
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