| Ain’t got no jewelry on still I’m shinin' hard
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| Ain’t got no bodyguard walkin' solo through the mall
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| Bitches and the hoes know they see me they like: «There he go!»
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| They be like: «There he go! |
| Schoolboy, there he go!»
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| Cheifin' like a muthafuckin' Seminole
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| Here we go, off probation probably go to Me-hi-co
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| Furthermore, can’t find this in the store, this shit ain’t for the low
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| Got my daughter swaggin' like her muthafuckin' daddy though
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| The patio, what a muthafuckin' view
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| Nappy chin hairs, bitch I’m muthafuckin' Q
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| Uhhh, muthafucka', muthafucka' yeah
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| Fuckin' is my favorite word, reason why I’m fuckin' her
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| She swallow my dick and balls, whatever occur
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| Purr, I love that kitty cat
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| Ass fat, throw it back, I can’t believe you wifing that
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| Deepthroat, seven or eleven, she’s a double gulp
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| My pistol drawn, her boyfriend got me paranoid
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| Nigga try sneakin' up on me and I’m makin' noise
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| But what I failed to understand
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| I’m the muthafuckin' man, ran into him, he’s a fan
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| Goddamn…
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| I’m shinin' hard, they be like: «There he go!»
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| No bodyguard, they be like: «There he go!»
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| Up in your broad, they be like: «There he go!»
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| They be like: «There he go! |
| Schoolboy, there he go!»
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| HiiiPoweR bitch, they be like: «There he go!»
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| Black Hippy shit, they be like: «There he go!»
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| Magnificent, they be like: «There he go!»
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| They be like: «There he go! |
| Schoolboy, there he go!»
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| Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane
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| No, it be this nigga here just lookin' at you lames
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| With my niggas, yo we bettin' on the Laker game
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| Even though my niggas lost another iTunes check to Dame
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| Garcia Vegas, yeah, that bitch be burnin' slow
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| 'Quip a four, now the blunts go back around like merry-go
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| Uh, fo' sho', ain’t no need for niggas out here frontin' do'
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| Metapho', how I come with it? |
| I don’t fuckin' know
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| Y’all actin' like that TDE don’t run L. A
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| Coast ain’t been this hard since Pac, Death Row, and Dr. Dre
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| Word to Dr. Dre, Detox is like a mix away
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| So go ahead and let the grown-ups work and go somewhere and play
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| Worldwide Holocaust, cuh we murder shit
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| Without a gun or knife, it’s just a fuckin' hit
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| Pussy drips, raining in her cervix, I’m a fuckin' pimp
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| Saggin' low, crack a nigga bitch just like pistachio |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song There He Go, artist - ScHoolboy Q. Album song Habits & Contradictions, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп