| See yeah my nigga see
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| See yes this where that sci-fi met swag my nigga
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| Like the Holy Bible and a Gucci Bag
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| My nigga, swag!
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| Oh you the kid, I’m Joseph Kony
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| Chip off the block, it’s puffy socks in my Saucony
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| I touch stock, she suck cock
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| She dancing Secret Sundays and I’m 'bout to pray
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| I’m smoking dope, I’m smoking dope
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| She got that magical vaginal let me hocus poke
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| Row, row, row my boat gently down your stream
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| She into Alexander McQueen but she ain’t met the king
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| (Soulo, SOULO, Soulo, SOULO) kiss the fucking ring ho
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| TDE we got the belt, «hold it down if nothin else»
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| And this is my new single, cut the cheese it’s bout to melt
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| Lean in my cup, pinky up like Dr. Evil
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| Currently we seeing deeds like Adam Sandler
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| ScHoolboy Q, OG, and dirty pineapple Fanta
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| And I ain’t never been a motherfucking lick 'less I’m right around the clit
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| Druggys with' hoes, O’s and 4′s
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| I’m smokin dope, yo, could smell it on my clothes
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| SOPA tryna censor internet, we tryna get this dough
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| I said look back at me when you hit the pole
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| Swag’s so mean, on them fucking hoes
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| Oh that’s your bitch? |
| Well bruh she on me
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| I made her lick my sack, then work the top, then fuck the homies
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| Got the block hot, 'cause I sold it off
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| No I’m not Weezy, bitch I’m weezy from that chronic cough
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| Yeah, I’m smoking dope, you can smell it in my beard
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| Have no fear, saviour of the gangster rap is fucking here
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| Word around town, SOPA tryna shut it down
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| How that sound I’m from the underground
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| They’re gonna make me slang a pound
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| Figg Row (Figg Row) Figg Row (Figg Row)
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| Bitch, what you know about Figg Row (Figg Row)
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| This is original gangster, Uh, uh, uh, yeah
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| Smoke it, chewed it, sniff it, smell it
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| Inhale it, sip it, whatever
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| Just mix dope with your flavor uh, uh, uh, yeah
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| In interviews they always asking me about a lisp
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| Knowing damn well I’m looking like I’m slinging bricks
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| Ever seen an ex-student get a half a ticket
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| Think I’m lying? |
| just ask Jimmy, that check was mine to…
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| Soulo ho! |
| Groovy Q!
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| I’m high as fuck, look at me too
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| Won’t pass the weed, but I’ll pass a bitch
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| Fendi on, I might throw a fit
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| Deadline, hoodie on like Trayvon
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| Heard it through the grapevine
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| We got extra pills, lean and shrooms
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| Life for me is just weed and brews
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| Don’t stop! |
| (Get it, get it) Don’t stop! |
| (Get it, get it)
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| Don’t stop! |
| (Get it, get it, get it, get it)
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| Don’t stop! |
| (Get it, get it) Don’t stop! |
| (Get it, get it)
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| Don’t stop! |
| (Get it, get it, get it, get it, get get)
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| (Soulo taught me) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sopa (feat. Schoolboy Q), artist - Ab-Soul. Album song Control System, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп