Collard Greens Karaoke - ScHoolboy Q & Kendrick Lamar

This title is a cover of Collard Greens as made famous by ScHoolboy Q
feat. Kendrick Lamar

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Same as the original tempo: 77 BPM

In the same key as the original: F♯m

Duration: 05:06 - Preview at: 01:30

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Release date: 2013
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, In English
Original songwriters: Axel Albert Morgan, Ricci Riera, Gwendolyn Lorraine Bunn, Kendrick Lamar, Quincy Matthew Hanley

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Lyrics Collard Greens

Yeah yeah yeah
Oh oh
Yo yo
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 oh
Down with the shit
Drink this, smoke this get down with the shit, hey
Down with the shit
Cop this, pop this, yo down with the shit
Smoke this, drink this straight to my liver
Watch this, no tick
Yeah, I'm the nigga
Gang rap, X-mas smoke, shots I deliver
Faded, Vegas might sponsor the killer
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, fiendin'
Give me, give me, give me some
Freak the freckles off your face
Frenchy, freakin', swappin' tongue
Click my link and spread your buns
Lose your denim, make it numb
Blow it, baby, no Saddam
Icky-icky, icky-icky
Fuckin' in the car service thank me for the car pool
Chromosome, part full probly off a Norco
And gas, not the Arco poppin' since the intro
You shoppin' from the window play my favorite tempo
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 oh
Down with the shit
Drink this, smoke this get down with the shit, hey
Down with the shit
Cop this, pop this, yo down with the shit
This yo' favorite song
Translation ven aquí, mami, ese culo
Tú quieres coger mis huevos, y papi me desespero
Chuparse puto pendejo el pinche cabrón
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
Bitch, touché, en garde
Toupée drop and her two tits pop
Out of that tank top and bra
And when I say doo-doo-doo-doo bitch, 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, on forgis
I know my Houston partners drop a four on this
And focus, and slow it down down
Alright, let me blow this bitch
I'm famous, I blame this on you
Cash in the mirror hang in my penthouse roof
Skyline the clearest
Watch it, your optics poppin' out you look the weirdest
Pop my top on the one o five
Head with no power steerin', ah
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 oh
Down with the shit
Drink this, smoke this get down with the shit, hey
Down with the shit
Cop this, pop this, yo down with the shit
Bummy nigga famous straight from the bottom
Broke niggas 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 mothafucka
Psych ward is ballin' go craze like no other
Weed steady blowin' pass the blunt to my momma
Runs in the family puff-puff keep a nigga fiendin'
Poor
Faded, faded, faded, right
Shot glass super size she gon' get some dick tonight
Meet me at the W, and no it's not the Westside
Stick it up your Southside
Uh
Icky-icky, icky-icky
Baller futuristic groovy gangsta with an attitude
What these niggas make a year
I spend that on my daughter shoes
Smokin' weed and drinkin' all the college students lovin' Q
We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too
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 oh
Down with the shit
Drink this, smoke this get down with the shit, hey
Down with the shit
Cop this, pop this, yo down with the shit

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