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ScHoolboy Q - THere He Go (Official Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
ScHoolboy Q
ScHoolboy Q
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ScHoolboy Q
ScHoolboy Q
Lyrics
Brent Knopf
Brent Knopf
Songwriter
Daniel Frederic Seim
Daniel Frederic Seim
Songwriter
Justin Harris
Justin Harris
Songwriter
Quincy Hanley
Quincy Hanley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sounwave (of Digi+Phonics)
Sounwave (of Digi+Phonics)
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah Ain't got no jewelry on still I'm shinin' hard (hard) Ain't got no bodyguard walkin' solo through the mall (mall) Bitches and the hoes know, they see me they like: "There he go!" They be like, "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!" (go) Cheifin' like a motherfuckin' Seminole Here we go, off probation, probably go to Mexico Furthermore, can't find this in the store, this shit ain't for the low Got my daughter swaggin' like her motherfuckin' daddy though The patio, what a motherfuckin' view Nappy chin hairs, bitch I'm motherfucking Q Uh, motherfucker, motherfucker yeah Yeah, "fucking" is my favorite word, reason why I'm fucking her She swallow my dick and balls, whatever occur Purr, I love that kitty cat Ass fat, throw it back, I can't believe you wifing that Deepthroat, seven or eleven, she's a double gulp (mm) My pistol drawn, her boyfriend got me paranoid (paranoid) Nigga try sneaking up on me, and I'm making noise, ugh (bla-kah, bla-kah, bla-kah) But what I failed to understand: I'm the motherfuckin' man (hey, hey) Ran into him (hey), he's a fan, goddamn I-I'm shinin' hard, they be like, "There he go!" (there he go) No-No bodyguard, they be like, "There he go!" (there he go) U-U-U-Up in your broad, they be like, "There he go!" (there he go) They be like, "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!" Hiii-Hiii-Hiii-HiiiPower, bitch, they be like, "There he go!" Bl-Black Hippy shit, they be like, "There he go!" (yeah) Ma-Magnificent, they be like, "There he go!" (there he go) They be like, "There he go!" (ayy) "Schoolboy, there he go!" (yeah, yeah) Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane (plane, yeah) No, it be this nigga here just lookin' at you lames (you lames) With my nigga June, we betting on the Laker game Even though my niggas lost, another i-Tunes check done came (hey) Garcia Vegas, yeah, that bitch be burnin' slow Crip a four, now the blunts go back around like merry-go (ugh) Ugh, for sure, ain't no need for niggas out here fronting, though Metaphor, how I come up with it? I don't fucking know (don't fucking know) Y'all actin' like that TDE don't run L.A Coast ain't been this tall since Pac, Death Row, and Dr. Dre Word to Dr. Dre, Detox is like a mix away So go ahead and let the grown-ups work and go somewhere and play (yeah) Worldwide Holocaust, cuh we murder shit (we murder shit) Without a gun or knife, it's just a fucking hit (ayy) Pussy drips, raining in her cervix, I'm a fuckin' pimp (fuckin' pimp) Sagging low, crack a nigga bitch just like pistachio ('stachio, 'stachio, 'stachio, 'stachio) I-I'm shinin' hard, they be like, "There he go!" (there he go) No-No bodyguard, they be like, "There he go!" (nah-nah-nah) U-U-U-Up in your broad, they be like, "There he go!" (there he go) They be like, "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!" Hiii-Hiii-Hiii-HiiiPower, bitch, they be like, "There he go!" Bl-Black Hippy shit, they be like, "There he go!" Ma-Magnificent, they be like, "There he go!" (there he go) They be like, "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!" (yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Quincy Matthew Hanley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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