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      The Purge

      ScHoolboy Q

      Album: Oxymoron

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      ScHoolboy Q - The Purge Música y Letra

      Joy:
      My daddy said drown, nigga
      
      Tyler, The Creator:
      (Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours
      Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door
      The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor
      Why you look confused? Mothafucka, this is war
      
      Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga
      Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga
      
      Schoolboy Q:
      As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin
      The realest nigga breathing, y'all pretend
      Real Crippy since I hopped off the swing
      With my strap, that's my peace offering (yo, yeah, uh, yeah)
      Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
      Come put your lights out, I spark your apartment
      Deadline my clothing, don't fuck with Pink Dolphin
      Strap on his hairline, his forehead gets softened
      Send extras through his chest bones, shit, he don't need that coffin
      Most niggas would've run away, but me I'm out here walking
      Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome
      Now nah, I ain't on no dolphin, fuck rhyming, I'm Cripping
      Niggas rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring
      Doing drive-bys I ain't steering, white funerals, I ain't tearin'
      Fuck your bitch in front of your children
      Steal your whip side of my building, yeah
      Put my dick and nuts in her mouth, bust in her hair
      I'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear
      Bitch, I'm everywhere and over there
      You die here, let off a pair (YAWK, YAWK)
      
      Tyler, The Creator:
      (Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours
      Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door
      The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor
      Why you look confused? Mothafucka, this is war
      
      Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga
      Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga
      
      Schoolboy Q:
      House full of kilos, sold pound to zeros
      Cocaine my hero, you in Figg Side, getting Deeboed
      Always asking for the burner like, young niggas still free load
      Heart big as my ego, don't fly around my signal
      I'll rearrange your dental, Crippy my house shoes
      Blue rag disciples, murder I'm liable, you get the Eiffel
      Aim out the eyeball, I'm getting violent, I got the strike once
      Won't get the strike twice, you niggas half price
      Which means you half off, I'm going Adolf
      I'm smoking bath salt, two sherm sticks, burn this, ooh
      Knock-knock through the condo's, Schoolboy from the five deuce
      But Hoover respect to you unranked, don't fuck around, get that chin banged
      Groovelining, Crip walk the whole mile
      Blue Belts, still my pants down, Chuck Taylors, Cortezes, hush puppies
      My Glock, yeah, fuck buddy, make money, take money
      Earn crack money, drug money, bail money
      Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me
      When they took that from me, since I had my nose runny
      I was out past sunny, had the strap by my tummy
      You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag, homie, yeah
      
      Tyler, The Creator:
      (Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours
      Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door
      The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor
      Why you look confused? Mothafucka, this is war
      
      Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga
      Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga
      
      Schoolboy Q:
      Bust my gun all by myself
      Rock cocaine all by myself
      Poured propane all on myself
      Go so hard might harm myself
      
      Schoolboy Q:
      Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga
      Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
      
      Kurupt:
      Yeah, it's Kurupt young mothafucking Gotti
      Still rolling in a 6, I don't fuck with the Bugatti
      Come up in this mothafucka looking for a bitch
      Probably sucked on my dick then you kissed her on the lips
      The integral, South Central sentinel
      Get roped and choked, poetical tentacles stretch
      Get roped and choked and rope-a-doped
      Extra overdose of the oki-doke
      Get a nigga smoked, I ain't no joke
      Tired of this bullshit and everything y'all talk about
      They walked 'em in, I walked 'em out
      They talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out
      Now cock back that Oxy (Pow-pow, pow-pow)
      Walk inside, pistols popping, top is popping off
      Pop a tab in this neighborhood, rolling 60 bars
      Ghetto tribalist, squeezing pussy like octopuses
      Show me where the money at, show me where the kush is
      Next time you see me I'll probably be in the bushes
      This is the reasons why I won't be fucking with pussies like you
      Me, Tyler, and Schoolboy Q, we told them
      
      Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga
      Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga

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