Grooveline Pt. 2 lyrics

Schoolboy Q

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Got a sack of marijuana, think I'm 'bout to bend a corner
Ain't no telling who my money for
Got my dope from cross the border

Got my home on Figueroa, ain't no telling where that pussy go

Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?

Check the forecast, it's wavy Q
I should make the news
My fortune said that I'll be pimping you and your pussy juice
Super sweet, sell a trick a treat
Hope your lips in shape 'cause you worked your feet
As you stroll them streets
Beeper checking, hope no cops arresting
Girl, I told you them NARCS be pressing
Better act you a pedestrian and don't mention my name
My pimping is game
Cold limp with my cane, got gold on my chain
Come pinky my ring, it's so blickety bling
On 51st and Fig, grew up about 10 minutes from the real Ricky
Where the shoelaces is orange with "H" hats like we from Houston
Condoms in hoes' purses
With baby wipes for they coochie
You's a hoe that's selling booty
No need to be acting bougie
Bitch, I give your ass a noogie
And a chicken nugget and make you watch me at the movies
I'm panoramic, my filming be rated pimping
My mink dragging with two bitches that go and get it, my hoes get it

Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Sell that pussy for me
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Sell that pussy for me
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?

Uh huh, yeah, watch me go Black Forest ham
A new school player laced with the old gift gab
And don't let your Shark Week mouth override your Green Goldfish ass
So for every heo you clown, I'mma crown, too
And anything good hurts and I cried
Shit, I just don't want to throw it up in my motherfucking face
Or I choose to not do this around you
See hoe, you like a brain aneurysm
Want two heads with the same dandruff in 'em
Only to scratch the itch with baby rattlesnake fangs
No Head and Shoulders or anti-venom
Yeah, P, this is gentlemanly leisure, the oldest game left to play
And the hard head that make a soft ass played out
Will forgive and forget yesterday
Now get 'em Q
A pimp on foot, go to sleep, call us, wake up to a Cadillac
Remember Forrest Gump walked and he was pretty stupid
So you know what?
Accept the fact that the bitch belongs to the world P 'cause
That ho only yours as long as she hoin'
But Happy Pimping and Merry Ho Ho
Keep an eye on bottom bitch too
'Cause that bitch'll run a hoe or two off, man
Pimps only fuck with pimps, homie, that's why we so solid
Red to blue, to debt, to due
It's easier to put a watermelon through the eye of a needle
This is done by choice, not by force
I ain't asking, I'm telling you

Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Sell that pussy for me
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Sell that pussy for me
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?

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