[Intro]
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{NyQuil Man}
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Nigga just be wantin all the hoes sometimes
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Nigga want every last one of these bitches
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Nigga do anything for a bitch...
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I had to tell the bitch, heh - y'knahmean?
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[ScHoolboy Q]
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Q! Look at you (look at you) now look at me (me)
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Now look at him (look at him) now back at me (me)
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I'm sayin doe
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I ain't tryin to be your nigga, what you playin fo'?
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Okay okay okay okay
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Came up from the bottom yeah that Hoover Figg
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Real life fifty niggaz, so I like 'em thick
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And by lookin at your curves, you what I deserve
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We can head up to the crib old girl just say the word
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Got some purp, got some Henny, got my penis too
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Have you ignorin his calls when you fuck with Q
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Drop your panties to the flo', down below your feet
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Spread them pretty legs and shit let me see
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Hey! You should fuck with me huh?
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Yeah, yeah!
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[Interlude]
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Man that nigga, that nigga he can't protect ya
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Remember when he had left ya?
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You took him back from that heffer and then he did it again
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And tried to fuck on your friend and got caught up once with your kin
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I'm sayin doe... that nigga like
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Shit thirsty for the bitches, saggin my pants and shit
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Paid this much for the belt, I better crack a bitch
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[ScHoolboy Q]
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Word around that nigga Q in town
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I heard it's for a show, but let me call my hoe
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They be like, "Bitch you bet' not be out with them niggaz!"
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Oh, oh, oh...
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Soon as she hang up with 'em, she like "There he go"
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Got me swag from head to toe
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Ten times I ain't gotta hate, she know that my paper grown
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Polo shirts and Polo drawers, Polo socks they matchin too
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Ooh, with the finest weed I show you what these O.G.'s do
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Super duper triple O, can't see me with a telescope
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I just wanna dick her down, tell me what's the verdict though
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I just swag so fuckin hard she bringing up her nigga
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(Fuck yo nigga) I beats the pussy up
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Girl you my main contender (fuck yo' nigga, huh?) Yeah
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[Interlude]
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See you keep bringin up him and then he be hanging with them
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And then they be hangin with her when he really should be wit'chu
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What I do, see he can't do, this is true
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You should tell that nigga you through
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I'm sayin doe... like nigga like
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Shit I don't know; shit I had to nigga
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The bitch was bad nigga, shit
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I had to get that one!
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[ScHoolboy Q]
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Fresh up out the studio like can I live? (Can I live?)
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Looking for a hoe so I can break her ribs (break her ribs)
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I'm sayin doe...
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I got a couple hundreds what it's hittin fo'?
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A rack of condoms and some fire, girl lit
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Now dim the lights and let me see you do your shit
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{Face down, ass up} fuck me good
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Cause cain't no nigga out here fuck you like I could
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Grip you by your hair and waist, pillow to face
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Satisfaction at it's highest point, I set the stakes
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Plus your nigga over there with Tammy n'em
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Giving that bitch all your time, why you deal with him?
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You oughta win (win win) yeah!
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[Interlude]
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See that nigga there is a loser
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Besides, my dick is a ruler, I bring it to ya
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and plus he be with them bitches and treatin you like them bitches
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You his main or his mistress? I don't get it
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How you livin? I'm sayin doe... like
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I don't give a fuck bruh
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Like I said, the bitch was bad bruh, I hit it
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Too bad cuz, I had to hit it
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A nigga was cheatin on her anyway
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Definitely cheatin on her!
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[Outro: repeat 4X]
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My hatin joint, my hatin joint, my hatin joint, my hatin joint
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Too much gangsta in my lungs for me to hit a joint
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My Hatin' Joint
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| Schoolboy Q |
