Ricci Riera - Collard Greens lyrics

[Produced by Gwen Bunn & T.H.C] [Hook: 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 sh** Drink this, smoke this, get down with the sh** Hey, oh, oh, down with the sh** Cop this, pop this, down with the sh** [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver Watch this, no tick, yeah, I'm the n***a Gang rap, X-mas, smoke, shots I deliver Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the k**er 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, fiending Give me, give me, give me some Freak the freckles off your face, frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue Click my link and spread your buns, lose your denim, make it numb Blow it baby, no Saddam (Icky-icky, icky-icky) f**ing in the car service, thank me for the car pool Chromosome, part full, prolly off a Norco And gas, not the Arco, popping since the intro You shopping from the window, play my favorite tempo [Hook: 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 sh** Drink this, smoke this, get down with the sh** Hey, oh, oh, down with the sh** Cop this, pop this, down with the sh** [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Hold up, b*atch, this your favorite song Translation: Ven aqui, 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, b**h, 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," b**h, 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, and slow it down, alright, let me blow this b**h I'm famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest Watch it, your optics, popping out, you look the weirdest Pop my top on the 105, head with no power steering, ah! [Hook: 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 sh** Drink this, smoke this, get down with the sh** Hey, oh, oh, down with the sh** Cop this, pop this, down with the sh** [Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q] Bummy n***a famous, straight from the bottom Broke n***as 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 mothaf**a Psych ward is balling, go craze like no other Weed steady blowing, pa** the blunt to my momma Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a n***a fiending Faded, faded-faded right Shot gla** super size, sHe gon' get some dick tonight Meet me at the W, and no it's not the Westside Stick it up ya Southside (Icky-icky, icky-icky) Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude What these n***as make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes Smoking weed and drinking, all the college students loving Q We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too [Hook: 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 sh** Drink this, smoke this, get down with the sh** Hey, oh, oh, down with the sh** Cop this, pop this, down with the sh**