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schoolboy q - my homie lyrics

my homie

[intro]
mmm mmm yo yo yo!!
yo yo, yo yo yo yo
wait my whole life, to do this motherf-cker up
yo yo yo weed and courvoisier and sh-t
yo yo, yo, uh-huh
n-gg- been waiting to get a alchemist beat
since i bought “1st infantry” and sh-t, hehehe
yo yo yo yo

[chorus]
what’s a real n-gg- addiction?
money weed and b-tches
hangin with snitches
sh-t it wasn’t my intention

[schoolboy q]
i didn’t know; i knew him for years
who would think his gums were soft
to all my n-gg-z i would die for
load my pistol up go out and war for
spend my last you keep yo’ half we all poor
no way to go i’ll walk you through my front door
my ninjas do the same
see when we was younger you was my mane, n-gg-
i wouldn’t figure you would be on that stand
puttin my life up in yo’ hands
pointing your finger like daaaaamn! for really though?
we was just slingin oxy like a year ago
you knew my sister though, auntie cousins, and my uncle joe
cuz you hit my ‘dro
see my n-gg- youse a ho; remember them cheerios? (yeah)
ninja turtles on my grandmas floor
i’m like fo’ sho’ (donatello) catch you on the rebound
you bound to drizzown, grave lounge where you sit down
what goes around comes arizzound, the sky’s up
inhale it slow, keep yo’ mouth shut
bet he won’t tell no mo’

[chorus]

[interlude #1]
b-tch–ss n-gg- (f-ck yo’ -ss comin from?)
fo’ sho’

[chorus]

[interlude #2]
b-tch–ss n-gg- (who the f-ck you on the phone with?)
awwwwww sh-t

[schoolboy q]
started around the bottom, ended up at the top
heard you was in some trouble, i unretired my glock
did what i did, who woulda knew you was the cops?
talkin all on the phone to your homies about a plots
got me up in the box, thought that you was my n-gg-
you got your sentence reduced cause you told ’em i pulled the trigger
and i was lookin out for you! (you!)
tried to show him just how we do
put all my sh-t aside and now i’m through
figured that i would keep it crippy this what this real n-gg- get me
locked up for like a century while you get chances of a bentley
f-ck, my old b-tches while i beat my d-ck plenty
my shootin figure itchy, but i hope somebody get him
but probably not’ sh-t i ain’t sweatin it
cuz got me hot, better get his -ss popped
can’t get over how we was, tough as leather
man we did everything together
f-cked our first b-tches earned, our first cheddar
robbed the first n-gg- was down, for whatever
and i’ll blast ’til forever if we had too
but it’s all cool

[chorus + interlude #1 + chorus + interlude #2]

[outro]
started around the bottom
started around the bottom, ended up at the top [2x]
don’t let these n-gg-z know your plots
wha-word, wha-word, word… q!!

- schoolboy q lyrics

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