ScHoolboy Q - Soccer Dad (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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ScHoolboy Q - Soccer Dad (en) Lyrics
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Now here we go again,
before I had a fam'
Was mappin' out everything I wanted,
earned what I planned
You pussy niggas know about my
body, caught my second wind
Quit actin' like me and my crew of
niggas ain't bring the rappers in
Quit actin' like the shit
you said wouldn't work, like
we ain't make it win
Quit actin' like you know me, little
nigga, we was never friends
My knuckle game, my flip-flop
too crazy, I am really him
The soccer dad, my real life too
wavy, while I cheer the stands
You little rappers go and wipe your mouth
and go pull up your pants, hm
Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn, get
up off my nutsack
Damn, nigga, damn
Groovy ass, no face killer
that love to smile
They wonder how I mind my business
and still around
I got half a ticket parked out
crooked, they wonder how
'Cause the Ms on me match
my age, my nigga, wow
I am he, no face killer,
and you's a clown
You can paint it good, but truth
be told, it's watered down
Had a microphone, styles I flavored,
and just a couch
Took it platinum twenty plus times,
nigga, I'm not a slouch
Never had a problem with niggas
I couldn't twist up
The big homie, no big homies
to politic from
The blueprint of keepin' it low
and stackin' ya' chips up
We buckled down, made shit happen,
they didn't pick us
Death, disappointment and struggles
ain't make my back ache
Pops never showed up, I thank
him, it made my life great
The only child raised by women,
I had to turn ape
The mental of a Black man hustle,
I move at God's pace
Real life pain what I'm talkin',
so I don't play rap
The shit you enjoy what I'm kickin',
I'm goin' through that
The lame niggas tell us who cool
now, where they do that?
Tears on my collar, I'm perfect,
it turned a new leaf
Black nigga, bomb ass babies,
I took a new leap
Slaughtered every goal that I
put out and got a new reach
Deuce rap, G-Scrap, tootle-tootle
and they do it through me, uh
Get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn)
Damn, nigga, damn (Bounce)
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