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Schoolboy Q Lyrics My Hatin Joint

Schoolboy Q My Hatin Joint Lyrics

Nigga just be wanting all the hoes sometimes
Nigga want every last one of these b!tches
Nigga do anything for a b!tch
I had to tell the b!tch, you n’ah mean?

[Verse 1]
Look at you, now look at me
Now look at him, now back at me
I’m sayin’ do’
I ain’t trying to be a nigga, what you playing for?
Came up from the bottom, yea that Hoover Figg
Real life fifty niggas, so I like ’em thick
And by looking at your curves, you what I deserve
We can head up to the crib old girl, just say the word
Got some purp, got some Henny, got my penis too
Have you ignoring his calls when you f-ck with Q
Drop your panties to the floor, down below your feet
Spread them pretty legs and shit let me see, you should f-ck with me

Man that nigga, that nigga he can’t protect ya
Remember when he had left and you took him back from that heffa,
and then he did it again and tried to f-ck on your friend and got caught up once with your kin
I’m sayin’ do’..

That nigga like…shit thirsty for the b!tches, saggin’ my pants and shit
Paid this much for the belt, I better crack a b!tch

[Verse 2]
Word around that nigga Q in town
I heard it’s for a show, but let me call my ho
They be like, “B!tch you bet’ not be out with them niggas!”
Oh, oh, oh
Soon as she hang up with ’em, she like “There he go”
I be swag from head to toe
Ten times I ain’t gotta hate, she know that my paper grown
Polo shirts and Polo drawers, Polo socks, they matching too
Oo, with the finest weed, I show you what these OG’s do
Super duper triple O, can’t see me with a telescope
I just wanna d!ck her down, tell me what’s the verdict though
(?), she bringing up her nigga
I beats the p-ssy up, girl you my main contender

See you keep bringing up him and then he be hanging with them,
and then they be hanging with her when he really should be with you What I do, see he can’t do
This is true, you should tell that nigga you through
I’m sayin’ do’..

Like nigga like…shit I- I don’t know
Shit I had to nigga
The b!tch was bad nigga
Shit, I had to get that one

[Verse 3]
Fresh up out the studio like can I live
Looking for a ho so I can break her ribs
I’m sayin’ do’
I got a couple hundreds, what it’s hitting fo’
A rack of condoms and some fire girl lit
Now dim the lights and let me see you do your shit
(Face down, ass up) f-ck me good
Cause can’t no nigga out here f-ck you like I could
Grip you by your hand, waist, below the face
Satisfaction at its highest point, I set the stakes
Plus, a nigga over there with Tammy n’em
Giving that b!tch all your time, why you deal with him?
You oughta win

See that nigga there is a loser
Besides, my d!ck is a ruler
I bring it to ya, and plus he be with them b!tches and treating you like them b!tches
You his main or his mistress?
I don’t get it
How you living?
I’m sayin’ do’..

I don’t give a f-ck bruh
Like I said, the b!tch was bad bruh
I hit it, bad cuh
I had to hit it
A nigga was cheating on her anyway…definitely cheating on her

[Outro x4]
My hatin joint, my hatin’ joint, my hatin’ joint, my hatin’ joint
Too much gangsta in my lungs for me to hit a joint

Schoolboy Q My Hatin Joint Lyrics


Schoolboy Q My Homie Lyrics

Schoolboy Q My Homie Lyrics

What’s a real nigga addiction?
Money weed and b!tches
Hanging with snitches
Shit it wasn’t my intention

[Verse 1]
I didn’t know I knew him for years
?Who would think his gums were soft?
To all my niggas I would die for
Load my pistol up go out and war for
Spend my last you keep your half we all poor
No way to go ill walk you through my front door
My ninjas do the same see when we was younger You were my mane
Nigga I wouldn’t figure you would be on that stand
Puttin my life up in you hands pointin your finger like daaaaamn
For really though? We was just sling oxy like a year ago
You knew my sister tho auntie cousins and my uncle Joe
Cuz you hit my dro see my nigga you’s a ho remember those cheerios
Ninja turtles on my grandmas floor I’m liike fo sho donatello
Catch you on the rebound you bound to drizzound
Grave lounge where you sit down what goes around comes a rizzound
The skies up inhale it slow keep yo mouth shut bet he won’t tell no mo

[Hook x2]
What’s a real nigga addiction?
Money weed and b!tches
Hanging with snitches
Shit it wasn’t my intention

[Verse 2]
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 nigga
Ya got your sentence reduced cause you told them that I pulled the trigger
And I was lookin out for you
Tried to show him just how we do
Put all my shit aside now I’m through
Figured that I would keep it crippy
This what this real nigga 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 shit I ain’t sweatin it
Cuz got me hot better get his ass 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 nigga was down for whatever
And ill blast till forever if we had too
But it’s all cool

[Hook x2]
What’s a real nigga addiction?
Money weed and b!tches
Hangin with snitches
Shit it wasn’t my intention

Schoolboy Q My Homie Lyrics