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Soccer Dad


Schoolboy Q


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Stilius: Hip-hop'o muzika
Data: 2022 m.








(Damn, nigga, damn)
(Damn, nigga, damn)

Yo
Umm
Now here we go again
Before I had a fam, was mappin' out
Everything I wanted, earned what I planned
You pussy niggas know about my body
Caught my second wind, quit actin' like
Me and my crew of niggas ain't bring the rappers in
Quit actin' like the shit you said wouldn't work, like we ain't make it win
Quit actin' like you know me little nigga
We was never friends, my knuckle game
My flip-flop too crazy, I am really him
The soccer dad, my real life too wavy
While I cheer the stands
You little rappers go and wipe your mouth
And go pull up your pants (Hmm)

Damn, nigga, damn
Get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn
Get up off my nutsack
Damn, nigga, damn
Get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn
Get up off my nutsack
Damn, nigga, damn
Get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn

Groovy ass, no face killa that love to smile
They wonder how I mind my business and still around
I got a half a ticket, parked out crooked, they wonder how
'Cause the M's on me match my age, my nigga, wow
I am he, no face killa, and you's a clown
You can paint it good, but truth be told, it's watered down
Had a microphone styles I flavored, and just a couch
Took it platinum twenty plus times, nigga, I'm not a slouch
Never had a problem with niggas I couldn't twist up
The big homie, no big homies to politic from
The blueprint of keepin' it low and stackin' ya chips up
We buckled down, made shit happen, they didn't pick us
Death, disappointment, and struggles ain't make my back ache
Pops never showed up, I thank him, it made my life great
The only child raised by women, I had to turn ape
The mental of a black man hustle, I move at God's pace
Real life pain what I'm talking, so I don't play rap
The shit you enjoy what I'm kicking, I'm going through that
The lame niggas tell us who cool now, why they do that?
Tears on my collar, I'm perfect, it turned a new leaf
Black nigga, bomb ass babies, I took a new leap
Slaughtered every goal that I put out and got a new reach
Deuce rap, G-Scrap, tootle-tootle they do it through me

Uhh
Get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn)
Damn, nigga, damn (Bounce)
Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn)
Damn, nigga, damn (Bounce)
Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn)
Damn, nigga, damn (Bounce)
Damn, nigga, damn
Damn, nigga, damn
Damn, nigga, damn





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(Damn, nigga, damn)
(Damn, nigga, damn)

Yo
Umm
Now here we go again
Before I had a fam, was mappin' out
Everything I wanted, earned what I planned
You pussy niggas know about my body
Caught my second wind, quit actin' like
Me and my crew of niggas ain't bring the rappers in
Quit actin' like the shit you said wouldn't work, like we ain't make it win
Quit actin' like you know me little nigga
We was never friends, my knuckle game
My flip-flop too crazy, I am really him
The soccer dad, my real life too wavy
While I cheer the stands
You little rappers go and wipe your mouth
And go pull up your pants (Hmm)

Damn, nigga, damn
Get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn
Get up off my nutsack
Damn, nigga, damn
Get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn
Get up off my nutsack
Damn, nigga, damn
Get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn

Groovy ass, no face killa that love to smile
They wonder how I mind my business and still around
I got a half a ticket, parked out crooked, they wonder how
'Cause the M's on me match my age, my nigga, wow
I am he, no face killa, and you's a clown
You can paint it good, but truth be told, it's watered down
Had a microphone styles I flavored, and just a couch
Took it platinum twenty plus times, nigga, I'm not a slouch
Never had a problem with niggas I couldn't twist up
The big homie, no big homies to politic from
The blueprint of keepin' it low and stackin' ya chips up
We buckled down, made shit happen, they didn't pick us
Death, disappointment, and struggles ain't make my back ache
Pops never showed up, I thank him, it made my life great
The only child raised by women, I had to turn ape
The mental of a black man hustle, I move at God's pace
Real life pain what I'm talking, so I don't play rap
The shit you enjoy what I'm kicking, I'm going through that
The lame niggas tell us who cool now, why they do that?
Tears on my collar, I'm perfect, it turned a new leaf
Black nigga, bomb ass babies, I took a new leap
Slaughtered every goal that I put out and got a new reach
Deuce rap, G-Scrap, tootle-tootle they do it through me

Uhh
Get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn)
Damn, nigga, damn (Bounce)
Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn)
Damn, nigga, damn (Bounce)
Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn)
Damn, nigga, damn (Bounce)
Damn, nigga, damn
Damn, nigga, damn
Damn, nigga, damn

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