Lirik Lagu Oxy Music - Schoolboy Q
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Yeah I got my hustle dogI gets my hustle off, oxycontin hero-oineCra-zayy I got my chopper dogDon't make me chop him offChop chop chop chop, knock him off
Blood on the wall, death in the airBirds on the ground, pistols everywhereDevil's in the eyes, babies always cryPoppa never home, fuck it we all aloneTryin to get rich yeah that talkin rightGrab me the beaker I'll measure the whiteHeat up the water, drop it in potBaking soda and ice cubes make it rockGet you a saucer the razor go chopGet you a Glock and invest in a blockSet up your shop, dare 'em to popFucked by the cop jacked his ass with a shotYa ya!
Cra-zayy I got my hustle dogI gets my hustle on, prostitutes and raps and allCra-zayy I got my chopper dogDon't make me chop him offKnock knock knock knock, knock him off
Satan in your soul, let it take controlOxycontin fiends, keep the foil lowLet the pill burn, inhale exhale it slowLet your heart explode, drop you to the flo'I gets the dough, I hustle hardAce Hood ain't got shit on moiGreen beans, 80's for sureThey like what I'm talkin boutYou know what I'm talkin bout?No syringes or nothin just heroins cousin smoke mufflers out
Only Lords knows, and only time'll tellWill I got to heaven, or will I burn in hell?Music in my mind, vibratin down my spinetravels to my heart, shoulda been here from the startNow I get bread for my audioYou know I ain't talkin a Xanny broYou wreck a new bitch wearin panties thoughFished up for sho'You oughts to knownebuloThere she blows, #HiiPower controllinOur hustle keep goin sh-shittin on niggazExcuse all our colons, boss after bossDon't be pissed that we ballin we here for the momentMy flows be importedMy bitch be imported, my grind get distortedYour life get deported, ch-ch-ch-ch-choppers deployinLoosin my brain while recordin on
Blood on the wall, death in the airBirds on the ground, pistols everywhereDevil's in the eyes, babies always cryPoppa never home, fuck it we all aloneTryin to get rich yeah that talkin rightGrab me the beaker I'll measure the whiteHeat up the water, drop it in potBaking soda and ice cubes make it rockGet you a saucer the razor go chopGet you a Glock and invest in a blockSet up your shop, dare 'em to popFucked by the cop jacked his ass with a shotYa ya!
Cra-zayy I got my hustle dogI gets my hustle on, prostitutes and raps and allCra-zayy I got my chopper dogDon't make me chop him offKnock knock knock knock, knock him off
Satan in your soul, let it take controlOxycontin fiends, keep the foil lowLet the pill burn, inhale exhale it slowLet your heart explode, drop you to the flo'I gets the dough, I hustle hardAce Hood ain't got shit on moiGreen beans, 80's for sureThey like what I'm talkin boutYou know what I'm talkin bout?No syringes or nothin just heroins cousin smoke mufflers out
Only Lords knows, and only time'll tellWill I got to heaven, or will I burn in hell?Music in my mind, vibratin down my spinetravels to my heart, shoulda been here from the startNow I get bread for my audioYou know I ain't talkin a Xanny broYou wreck a new bitch wearin panties thoughFished up for sho'You oughts to knownebuloThere she blows, #HiiPower controllinOur hustle keep goin sh-shittin on niggazExcuse all our colons, boss after bossDon't be pissed that we ballin we here for the momentMy flows be importedMy bitch be imported, my grind get distortedYour life get deported, ch-ch-ch-ch-choppers deployinLoosin my brain while recordin on
