Time killers (Explicit)
Schoolboy Q« Time killers (Explicit) » est une chanson de Schoolboy Q, 2024, Pop. La chanson dure 2:27, 79 lines / 451 words.
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0:04Yeah
0:07Yeah
0:09Yeah
0:12Yeah
0:14Huh
0:15Stupid-ass sh don't wanna hear none of that ****
0:21On God
0:22Uh yeah
0:24Wake up I'm on the night shift don't do me wrong
0:27Pull up I need my sidekick come get me on
0:30On on turn me on
0:31Slow down follow the process I'm in the zone
0:34One umbrella two pairs come you play your rose
0:36Euros really I'm out here I'm in the pros
0:39Black man made it the hard way he think he Hov
0:41So mad looking at my **** it could be yours
0:43911 **** a black folk I got the Porsche
0:46Two time felon behind the gates it's a resort
0:48Gotta watch for these devils that steal
0:50Your **** and get control
0:51Careful on that road dumb lil nigga
0:53Getting low on what he owe
0:54While I'm doing what he don't
0:55'Til then free the locs
0:57Another rapper turn joke
0:57Joke
0:58Another so-so Goddman homie
1:00Nigga please let it go
1:01Let it go
1:02Uh
1:02God bless the dead move from the past
1:04Ay yeah
1:05Nine million all cash hmm
1:07Ay ay
1:08It's like my overtime flex
1:09Ballin'
1:10**** is she satisfied
1:11Yes oh my
1:13Break it off the side
1:15Hate y'all
1:15No secret I'm on the road
1:17They played y'all not with us
1:19Do what you told
1:20Money do cartwheels backflippin' gold
1:22I don't take advice from niggas with no h*es
1:24Nigga you talk so much you's the h*e
1:27I live rent-free boy y'all controlled
1:29I need four commas Money **** zeroes
1:32Oh oh oh-oh-oh
1:32Su su su suu
1:34Wake up hop out the phone booth I'm on the way
1:36Grew up on Figueroa street I saw the blade
1:39Lil bo' scrawny nigga for sure was catching fades
1:41Raised by all women and still I never caved
1:43Took it three times extended from greatness I display
1:46Home of the brave ran by the slaves
1:48Stole e'rybody name so white Jesus on the chain
1:51I feel proud when it hangs
1:52Try to hide from the fame and still came with a bang
1:54I'm a Figg nigga turned a black cloud to a flame
1:57I'm a big wheelin' stomach full mouth full of paint
1:59It was God-given lil' nigga took it too far
2:01I'm a lone star street-smart and I'm book-smart
2:04That's the d**e part uh yeah
2:06Look at my report card
2:07Boy supposed to hit the four-yard
2:09A man supposed to have scars
2:10Ayy
2:11Nigga it ain't that hard
2:12When I'm groovin' in the nascar
2:14To Hoover Street I'm Mozart
2:15Boy livin' on a postcard
2:17Smooth steerin' for the hard R
2:18**** y'all
2:19My nig
2:21Yeah
2:22They thought I was crazy
2:24Haha they said I was cra
2:27They thought I was crazy
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Huh Stupid-ass sh don't wanna hear none of that **** On God Uh yeah Wake up I'm on the night shift don't do me wrong Pull up I need my sidekick come get me on On on turn me on Slow down follow the process I'm in the zone One umbrella two pairs come you play your rose Euros really I'm out here I'm in the pros Black man made it the hard way he think he Hov So mad looking at my **** it could be yours 911 **** a black folk I got the Porsche Two time felon behind the gates it's a resort Gotta watch for these devils that steal Your **** and get control Careful on that road dumb lil nigga Getting low on what he owe While I'm doing what he don't 'Til then free the locs Another rapper turn joke Joke Another so-so Goddman homie Nigga please let it go Let it go Uh God bless the dead move from the past Ay yeah Nine million all cash hmm Ay ay It's like my overtime flex Ballin' **** is she satisfied Yes oh my Break it off the side Hate y'all No secret I'm on the road They played y'all not with us Do what you told Money do cartwheels backflippin' gold I don't take advice from niggas with no h*es Nigga you talk so much you's the h*e I live rent-free boy y'all controlled I need four commas Money **** zeroes Oh oh oh-oh-oh Su su su suu Wake up hop out the phone booth I'm on the way Grew up on Figueroa street I saw the blade Lil bo' scrawny nigga for sure was catching fades Raised by all women and still I never caved Took it three times extended from greatness I display Home of the brave ran by the slaves Stole e'rybody name so white Jesus on the chain I feel proud when it hangs Try to hide from the fame and still came with a bang I'm a Figg nigga turned a black cloud to a flame I'm a big wheelin' stomach full mouth full of paint It was God-given lil' nigga took it too far I'm a lone star street-smart and I'm book-smart That's the d**e part uh yeah Look at my report card Boy supposed to hit the four-yard A man supposed to have scars Ayy Nigga it ain't that hard When I'm groovin' in the nascar To Hoover Street I'm Mozart Boy livin' on a postcard Smooth steerin' for the hard R **** y'all My nig Yeah They thought I was crazy Haha they said I was cra They thought I was crazy
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