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schoolboy q - californication lyrics

[bridge: schoolboy q]
hop up out the bed, turn my swag on
trust me bruh, your b-tch is weak, something i would p-ss on
f-ck her with a mask on, ooh, i be tryna chill
and your ho be in the front row look like she off a pill

[verse 1: a$ap rocky]
just gimme that b-ss i need that 808
sipping on that syrup, worries fade away
got on my chains, i just got off a layaway
do it the player way, okay-okay, okay-okay (okay-okay)
just know that asap be that tde
we got the game in headlocks; i’m talking ddt
she on my tv screen; i’m talking dvd
british b-tches love my c-ck; i’m talking bbc
i’m in that bbc, n-ggas know i bathing ape
i’m sleeping with my nina and i never put my blade away
silly n-gga fix your face, you drinking all that haterade
my candy paint your favorite shake, okay-okay, okay-okay
my baddest b-tch your favorite shape
i spray the gauge that’s race and g-y
so f-ck your s-x, your race and age
most sickest since the plaguing age
different sh-t, this day and age
they raise the bar now raise the stakes
i’m eating off that paper chase
bread and b-tter, bacon eggs

[hook: schoolboy q]
ca-ca-ca-californication
cali-for-fornication, fornicating
ca-ca-ca-californication
cali-for-fornication, fornicating
ca-ca-ca-californication
cali-for-fornication, fornicating

[verse 2: schoolboy q]
quincy, where you been? i been grooving with my team, ho
i seen your b-tch staring, i was on stage blowing indo
let me put it in though, f-ck you and your friend ho
trust me bruh, your b-tch is weak but booty got potential
every state i go now rack it up
everything i wear now stacking up
jeans dior, no a n-gga ain’t poor
these mothaf-ckas be a stack and up
these new n-ggas can’t f-ck with us
yo, flacko why they wanna dress like you?
hey, wanna rap like q?
hey, wear they bucket hats like q?
hey, probably be the reason why i f-cked your (ooh)
only had one condom and i f-cked them too
n-gga gon’ do what a n-gga gon’ do
i’m a real n-gga from around the way, okay-okay
do it the player way, asap, tde here to stay
you fade away like jordan j, okay-okay-okay
still gangsta of the year, and in your favorite gear
whispered in her ear, then drove it in her rear
wipe my d-ck off threw my hoodie on and disappear
see this is very-very, very rare, young listener

[hook]
ca-ca-ca-californication
cali-for-fornication, fornicating
ca-ca-ca-californication
cali-for-fornication, fornicating
ca-ca-ca-californication
cali-for-fornication, fornicating

[verse 3: schoolboy q]
for sure, i bring the baddest through, i sold dope on your avenue
the white girls call me radical, the black girls say i’m mad at you
the illest gangsta, no debate, a natural you must concentrate
i came in this unorthodox with two left shoes, no matching socks
but now my glock will never stop, and now my stomach always show
i’m eating look my tummy swole, i guess thats where my money go
eenie-minie-minie ho, i wrap my d-ck with mistletoe
come pull it out and kiss it ho, there he go
g sh-t through ya stereo, all my sh-t historical
your sh-t need a miracle, toss that out my vehicle
make you feel some type of way, make you feel some type of k
that body guard won’t work today, yawk-yawk-yawk, what more can i say?
money i make that sh-t replay, rewind, stack it up, moving freight
rewind back it up no mistake, b-tch come right on my hanky pank
all my n-ggas be balling b-tch, all y’all b-tches be calling b-tch
y’all n-ggas can’t control a b-tch, hope my young n-ggas notice this

[hook]
ca-ca-ca-californication
cali-for-fornication, fornicating
ca-ca-ca-californication
cali-for-fornication, fornicating
ca-ca-ca-californication
cali-for-fornication, fornicating

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