Lyrics Soccer Dad - ScHoolboy Q
Damn,
nigga,
damn,
oh
Pssht,
yeah,
uh
Damn,
nigga,
damn
(damn,
damn)
Yo,
uh
Now
here
we
go
again,
before
I
had
a
fam'
Was
mappin'
out
everything
I
wanted,
earned
what
I
planned
You
pussy
niggas
know
about
my
body,
caught
my
second
wind
Quit
actin'
like
me
and
my
crew
of
niggas
ain't
bring
the
rappers
in
Quit
actin'
like
the
shit
you
said
wouldn't
work,
like
we
ain't
make
it
win
Quit
actin'
like
you
know
me,
little
nigga,
we
was
never
friends
My
knuckle
game,
my
flip-flop
too
crazy,
I
am
really
him
The
soccer
dad,
my
real
life
too
wavy,
while
I
cheer
the
stands
You
little
rappers
go
and
wipe
your
mouth
and
go
pull
up
your
pants,
hm
Damn,
nigga,
damn,
get
up
off
my
dick
Damn,
nigga,
damn,
get
up
off
my
nutsack
Damn,
nigga,
damn,
get
up
off
my
dick
Damn,
nigga,
damn,
get
up
off
my
nutsack
Damn,
nigga,
damn,
get
up
off
my
dick
Damn,
nigga,
damn
Groovy
ass,
no
face
killer
that
love
to
smile
They
wonder
how
I
mind
my
business
and
still
around
I
got
half
a
ticket
parked
out
crooked,
they
wonder
how
'Cause
the
Ms
on
me
match
my
age,
my
nigga,
wow
I
am
he,
no
face
killer,
and
you's
a
clown
You
can
paint
it
good,
but
truth
be
told,
it's
watered
down
Had
a
microphone,
styles
I
flavored,
and
just
a
couch
Took
it
platinum
20-plus
times,
nigga,
I'm
not
a
slouch
Never
had
a
problem
with
niggas
I
couldn't
twist
up
The
big
homie,
no
big
homies
to
politic
from
The
blueprint
of
keepin'
it
low
and
stackin'
ya
chips
up
We
buckled
down,
made
shit
happen,
they
didn't
pick
us
Death,
disappointment
and
struggles
ain't
make
my
backache
Pops
never
showed
up,
I
thank
him,
it
made
my
life
great
The
only
child
raised
by
women,
I
had
to
turn
ape
The
mental
of
a
Black
man
hustle,
I
move
at
God's
pace
Real
life
pain
what
I'm
talkin',
so
I
don't
play
rap
The
shit
you
enjoy
what
I'm
kickin',
I'm
goin'
through
that
The
lame
niggas
tell
us
who
cool
now,
where
they
do
that?
Tears
on
my
collar,
I'm
perfect,
it
turned
a
new
leaf
Black
nigga,
bomb
ass
babies,
I
took
a
new
leap
Slaughtered
every
goal
that
I
put
out
and
got
a
new
reach
Deuce
rap,
G-Scrap,
tootle-tootle
and
they
do
it
through
me,
uh
Get
up
off
my
dick
Damn,
nigga,
damn
(damn,
damn)
Damn,
nigga,
damn
(bounce)
Damn,
nigga,
damn
(damn,
damn)
Damn,
nigga,
damn
(bounce)
Damn,
nigga,
damn
(damn,
damn)
Damn,
nigga,
damn
(bounce)
Damn,
nigga,
damn
Damn,
nigga,
damn
Damn,
nigga,
damn
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