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ScHoolboy Q

Nightmare On Figg St.

 

Nightmare On Figg St.

(albüm: Habits & Contradictions - 2012)


What's 50 grand to a muh fucka like me, can you please remind me?
Shit, I'll remind ya
Put that steel behind ya
Put ya five inside ya
Better chill out wit' all that flossing potna
(Ball so hard) you must be cray
Leave em in the streets with his shoelaces missing
And socks up off his feet
Pistol holding gonorrhea nigga
Skeet skeet
Soul dropped
Rock dropped
Dot dropped
Black Hippy, TDE
Well fuck it nigga lets 4-peat
A dope Hoover dealer, uh, ADHD, fuck that
Lets bake coke and cook crack
Fuck the sheriffs, the gang unit
Fuck crash
Pimp hoes or wring ya bread, she love tracks

Crack of dawn
Figg get it, yeah we get it, yeah
Figg get the money, yeah
All season, every year
Niggas better hope our star poppin
Before I start robbin the reup wit oxycontin

[Hook]
On figg we see it
We need it
We want it
We get it
Its storming, its snowing, its flooding
And still out here thugging
On figg we see it
We need it, we want it
We get it
Figg get the money yea
Figg get the money yea

Uh, whats 50 grand to a muh fucka like you, you still need a reminder?
(Yeah, thought so)
Shit I'm loco
38 brown [?] call him coco
Stick around the block boy
Tell em go go
Don't stop shootin til ya all red tho
Yellow tape muh fucka shoulda yield ho (shoulda yield ho)
Why you all tough fo'?
See yo' gangsta ass later at the crossroads

The landlord turn your lieutenant into a tenant
And if ya rims spinning ya jaw dented
Ima grown man dog, I ain't kidding
The end has come
So, keep weed and big lungs
Big guns
Brought on her knees
The holy ghost, she speak in tongues
Murder searching
Why even run when scotty done
Nigga you must got me confused
Bitch I'm from the groove
On figg side makin moves
Drive to pussy more than I do to church
No AC, but the heater work, MURK!

[Hook]

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