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themusicnerdguy - that part lyrics

[chorus: schoolboy q & kanye west]
me no conversate with the fake, that part
all my b+tches independent b+tches, that part
i just want the paper, that part
all my b+tches flavored (yeah, uh)
that part, that part, that part, that part, ayy

[verse 1: kanye west & schoolboy q]
okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay (that part)
beggars can’t be choosers, b+tch, this ain’t chipotle
n++++ with an attitude, i feel like o’shea
walkin’, livin’ legend, man, i feel like kobe (kobe)
i just left the strip club, got some glitter on me
wifey gonna k!ll me, she the female oj
y’all don’t feel me, man, this ain’t okay
four seasons, take a shower, nеw clothes, i’m reloaded
rich n++++, still еatin’ catfish
that b+tch ain’t really bad, that’s a catfish
if i walk up out of saks fifth
have the paparazzi doin’ backflips, yeah
if i lay you down on the mattress
blow the back out ’til you backless
think we already established
she just got ’em done, bra strapless
okay, okay, okay, okay (that part)
beggars can’t be choosers, b+tch, this ain’t chipotle (that part)
n++++ with an attitude, i feel like o’shea (that part)
walkin’, livin’ legend, man, i feel like kobe (that part)
[chorus: schoolboy q]
me no conversate with the fake, that part
all my b+tches independent b+tches, that part
i just want the paper, that part
all my b+tches flavored
that part, that part, that part, that part, ayy

[verse 2: jay rock]
it’s impossible to love it, if you don’t come from it
it’s things that goes on, you just can’t stomach
i seen it all happen, but i ain’t sayin’ nada
peep, 24/7 in the hood it’s hot
if you wanna fall through, get top on the phone
he don’t pick up then it ain’t bool
let you know it ain’t good to stop
that part, that part (that part)
i’m a watts n++++ and we not kosher
sh+t, n++++s’ only concern is the bottom line like a stockholder
this is where they come, where they cop them boulders
hoes catfight with their tits exposed
still sippin’ on that wild irish rose
still rock swap+meet designer clothes, ah!
black mac 11 in my mattress (woo!)
make a hundred racks do a backflip (woo!)
might go uncle luke on them hoes (ho!)
p+ssy pop for a bankroll (yeah)
all my k!llers with me got a blank face (yeah)
on that “f+ck you, b+tch, where the pay pay?”
make ’em pull up on your block with them 223s
aim it at your face, hey
movin’ with the rock and the glock concealers
you either sellin’ rock or you flock to get it
you either on the watch or the clock is tickin’
the life of my watts and my bompton n++++s
get pinched, i’ma post a bond
know p.o.p. gon’ hold it down, look
need cash, gotta get you some
if a hater tell you money ain’t everything
he don’t want you to get none
so we thuggin’ like dmx, bleed sh+t, pms
point blank, period, meet me on the es
i’m fully with the bs, believe that!
[verse 3: kendrick lamar]
and we don’t stress
a .38 ’til it free your chest
then pp on the po’s desk
i’m jay+z in a blowout press
relate me to your blowout’s best
can’t hate me, i’m remote you’re deaf
i’m hd, causin’ photo theft
my ac antifreeze gotta—that part
hold your breath, i’m 8 feet when i hold this tec
protect me from the local threats
my id say my eye don’t rest
my iv qualify t+rex
society kept my iq vexed
denyin’ me from an ivy school
applyin’ me to the street i slept
i quietly had to hold this tool
reminding me of the block i repped
the turf i stepped, the church and the earth i blessed
the first i guessed the alert was the murk i chef
that he+rs+ the flirt with perks of a k!ll confessed
dispersed the worst, the first 48 addressed
the search of laws and verse of the birth i nest
the—uh, the awe, the curse of a pose in zest
the good, the flaws, the pain to reverse what’s left, uh
[chorus: schoolboy q]
me no conversate with the fake—(hahaha)—that part
all my b+tches independent b+tches—that part
i just want the paper—that part
all my b+tches flavored
that part, that part, that part, that part, ayy

[verse 4: ab+soul]
zest god, zest god, zest god, zest god
yamborghini high, cream soda with the wockhardt
soulo ho3 the prophet, yeah, soulo hold the profit
that’s the fortune teller makin’ withdrawals and deposits
ironic, they wanna know where i’ve been in
where the f+ck i’ve been hidin’ in
when the f+ck am i droppin’ that
new work that take ’em to church and
turn the universe upside down again
since you’re so smart
i can’t get in my groove ’til we get the q first
do what thou will not
yo, my pool of thought large enough to part the red sea
father forgive ’em for they know not know who they see
i got all eyes on me, call me 3pac
soulo

[chorus: schoolboy q]
me no conversate with the fake, that part
all my b+tches independent b+tches, that part
i just want the paper, that part
all my b+tches flavored
that part, that part, that part, that part, ayy
that part
that part
that part

[outro: kanye west & schoolboy q]
walkin’, livin’ legend, man, i feel like kobe (that part)
i just dropped sixty, man, i feel like kobe
lamar was with me, man, i feel like kobe
pippen at my weddin’, man, i feel like jordan
trippin’ at my weddin’, i be raa+oh+ayy
ain’t say sh+t, n++++
you was listenin’ close, though
you was listenin’ to hoes, though
you wouldn’t listen to the flow, though
listen to the goat
lunch line, young n++++ from the ‘go, though
i’ma freestyle this motherf+cker, who knew?
when i’m with my n++++s, n++++, schoolboy q
and uh, top dawg, call up dawg
get that n++++ on the phone
top dawg on the phone

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