Schoolboy Q Lyrics - Collard Greens[Intro: ]. 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 that shit.

King shit, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye. Oh, oh, down with the shit. This, that, pop this down with the shit[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 out the liver. Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer, shit. Shake it, break it, hot- hot for the winter.

Revival Minneapolis. 4257 Nicollet Ave Minneapolis, Minnesota 55409. Monday – Friday: 11am – 2pm and 4pm – 10pm Saturday & Sunday: 11am – 10pm. This is how I make my collard greens except that I usually put my smoked meat on to simmer for about an hour before I add the collards. Sometimes I'll throw in a. · · SchoolBoy Q - Collard Greens (Lyrics) Ft. Kendrick Lamar From his forthcoming album, Oxymoron. Facebook: http:// Schoolboy Q. The best menu for boosting memory and brain function encourages good blood flow to the brain — much like what you'd eat to nourish and protect your heart.

Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object. Rock it, blast- blast, new beginnings. Lovely, pinky how not I remember. Fiendin'; gimme, gimme, gimme some. Freak the freckles off your face, frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue.

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Click my link and spread your buns, lose your denim, make it numb. Blow it baby, no Saddam (icky, icky, icky)Fucking in the car service, thank me for the car pool.

Chromosome, part full, prolly off a Norco. And gas, not the Arco, poppin' since the intro. You shoppin' from the window, play my favorite tempo[Chorus][Kendrick Lamar: ]Hold up, BIATCH! This your favorite song. Translation: Ven aquí mami, ese culo. Tu quieres coger mi huevos y papi molesto espero.

Chupa ese puto pendejo el pinche cabrón; let's get it. Nights like this I'm a knight like this, sword in my hand, I fight like this.

I am more than a man, I'm a God bitch, touche, 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, I'm forgis. I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this, and focus.

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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 1. Chorus][Schoolboy Q: ]Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom. Ossobuco Beef here. Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed 'em.

Guns in the basement, out they have a problem. Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana.

Function on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker. Psych ward is ballin', dope craze like no other. Weed steady blowing, pass the blunt to my Mama.

Runs in the family, puff- puff keep a nigga fiendin'Uh, 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)Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude. What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes. Smoking weed and drinking, all the college students loving QWe gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too[Chorus][Outro: ]Oh, oh, oh. Thanks to Cedrin Wingo for adding these lyrics. Thanks to Akiue, Kevin Ortiz for correcting these lyrics. Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Kendrick Duckworth, Axel Morgan, Ricci Riera, Gwen Bunn.