Californication ScHoolboy Q (Ft. A$AP Rocky)
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[Bridge: ScHoolboy Q]
Hop up out the bed, turn my swag on
Trust me bruh, your bitch is weak, something I would pass on
Fuck her with a mask on, ooh, I be tryna chill
And your ho be in the front row look like she off a pill
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Just gimme that bass I need that 808
Sipping on that syrup, worries fade away
Got on my chains, I just got off a layaway
Do it the player way, okay-okay, okay-okay (Okay-okay)
Just know that ASAP be that TDE
We got the game in headlocks; I'm talking DDT
She on my TV screen; I'm talking DVD
British bitches love my cock; I'm talking BBC
I'm in that BBC, niggas know I Bathing Ape
I'm sleeping with my Nina and I never put my blade away
Silly nigga fix your face, you drinking all that haterade
My candy paint your favorite shake, okay-okay, okay-okay
My baddest bitch your favorite shape
I spray the gauge that's race and gay
So fuck your sex, your race and age
Most sickest since the plaguing age
Different shit, this day and age
They raise the bar now raise the stakes
I'm eating off that paper chase
Bread and butter, bacon eggs
Hop up out the bed, turn my swag on
Trust me bruh, your bitch is weak, something I would pass on
Fuck her with a mask on, ooh, I be tryna chill
And your ho be in the front row look like she off a pill
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Just gimme that bass I need that 808
Sipping on that syrup, worries fade away
Got on my chains, I just got off a layaway
Do it the player way, okay-okay, okay-okay (Okay-okay)
Just know that ASAP be that TDE
We got the game in headlocks; I'm talking DDT
She on my TV screen; I'm talking DVD
British bitches love my cock; I'm talking BBC
I'm in that BBC, niggas know I Bathing Ape
I'm sleeping with my Nina and I never put my blade away
Silly nigga fix your face, you drinking all that haterade
My candy paint your favorite shake, okay-okay, okay-okay
My baddest bitch your favorite shape
I spray the gauge that's race and gay
So fuck your sex, your race and age
Most sickest since the plaguing age
Different shit, this day and age
They raise the bar now raise the stakes
I'm eating off that paper chase
Bread and butter, bacon eggs
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