Schoolboy Q - NigHtmare On Figg St. lyrics

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Schoolboy Q - NigHtmare On Figg St. lyrics

Figg Side! (Ball so hard) What's 50 grand to a mothaf**a like me Can you please remind me? sh**, I'll remind ya Put that steel behind ya, put five inside ya Better chill out with all that flossing partner (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, n***a, skeet-skeet Soul dropped, Rock dropped, Dot dropped Black Hippy, TDE, well, f** it, n***a, let's four-peat A dope Hoover dealer, uh, ADHD f** that, let's bake coke and cook crack f** the sheriffs, the gang unit, f** 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 n***as better hope our star popping Before I start robbing the re-up with Oxycontin On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it It's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it Figg get the money, yeah, all season, every year Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah (Ball so hard) You must be cray What's 50 grand to a mothaf**a like you You still need a reminder? (Yeah, I thought so) sh**, I'm loco, 38 brown had to call him coco Stick around the block boy, tell 'em go go Don't stop shooting 'til ya all red tho Yellow tape mothaf**a shoulda yield ho Why you all tough for? See your thug a** later at the crossroads The landlord turn your lieutenant into a tenant And if ya, rims spinning, your jaw dented I'm a grown man dog, I ain't kidding The end has come, so keep big weed and big lungs, big guns Brought on her knees, the holy ghost, she speak in tongues Murder searching, why even run one shot, he done n***a you must got me confused b**h, I'm from the Groove on Figg Side making moves Drive to p**y more than I do to church No AC, but the heater work, murk! On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it It's storming, it's snowing, it's flooding, we still out here thugging On Figg, we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it Figg get the money, yeah, all season, every year Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah Figg get it, get it, Figg get it, get it, get it, yeah (Ball so hard) You must be cray

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