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Collard Greens Lyrics – ScHoolboy Q feat. Kendrick Lamar

    Collard Greens is a popular rap song by ScHoolboy Q featuring Kendrick Lamar, from the 2014 album Oxymoron. Check words to ScHoolboy Q Collard Greens Lyrics in English below.

    Collard Greens Lyrics – ScHoolboy Q feat. Kendrick Lamar 

    [Intro: ScHoolboy Q]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Uh, uh
    Yo, yo

    [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
    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 the shit
    Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit
    Hey, oh, oh, down with the shit
    Cop this, pop this, down with the shit

    [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
    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, probly off a Norco
    And gas, not the Arco, poppin’ since the intro
    You shoppin’ from the window, play my favorite tempo
    [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
    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
    Hey, oh, oh, down with the shit
    Cop this, pop this, down with the shit

    [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
    Hold up, biatch! This yo’ favorite song
    Translation: Ven aquí, mami, ese culo
    Tu quieres coger 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, on forgis
    I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this
    And focus, and slow it 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 poppin’ out, you look the weirdest
    Pop my top on the 105, head with no power steerin’, ah!
    [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
    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
    Hey, oh, oh, down with the shit
    Cop this, pop this, down with the shit

    [Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
    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 mothafucka
    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 your 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 lovin’ Q
    We gon’ turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too
    [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
    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
    Hey, oh, oh, down with the shit
    Cop this, pop this, down with the shit

     

    Writer(s): Schoolboy Q, Kendrick Lamar, Sounwave, Tae Beast

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