Collard Greens

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Oh, oh
 Yo, yo
 Oh, oh, luxury
 Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that
 Oh, oh, collard greens
 Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
 Oh, oh, down with that shit
 Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
 Oh, oh, down with the shit
 Cop this, pop this, down with the shit
 Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver
 Watch this, no tick, yeah, I'm the nigga
 Gang rap, X-mas, smoke, shots I deliver
 Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer
 Shake it, break it, hot-hot for the winter
 Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object
 Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings
 Lovely, pinky how not I remember, fiendin'
 Give me, give me, give me some
 Freak the freckles off your face
 Frenchy, freakin', swappin' tongue
 Click my link and spread your buns
 Lose your denim, make it numb
 Blow it baby, no Saddam, icky-icky, icky-icky
 Fuckin' in the car service, thank me for the car pool
 Chromosome, part full, prolly off a Norco
 And gas, not the Arco, popping since the intro
 You shoppin' from the window, play my favorite tempo
 Oh, oh, luxury
 Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that
 Oh, oh, collard greens
 Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
 Oh, oh, down with that shit, drink this
 Smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
 Oh, oh, down with the shit
 Cop this, pop this, down with the shit
 Hold up, biatch, this your favorite song
 Translation, ven aqui, mami, ese culo
 Tu quieres cojer mis huevos, y papi me desespero
 Chuparse puto pendejo, el pinche cabron
 Let's get it, nights like this, I'm a knight like this
 Sword in my hand, I fight like this
 And I'm more than a man, I'm a God
 Bitch, touché, en garde
 Toupée drop and her two tits pop out of that tank top and bra
 And when I say "Doo-doo, doo-doo," bitch, that be K. Dot
 She want some more of this, I give her more of this, I owe her this
 In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, I'm forgis
 I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this
 And focus, and slow it down, down, alright, let me blow this bitch
 I'm famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror
 Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest
 Watch it, your optics, popping out, you look the weirdest
 Pop my top on the 105, head with no power steering, ah!
 Oh, oh, luxury
 Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that
 Oh, oh, collard greens
 Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
 Oh, oh, down with that shit
 Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
 Oh, oh, down with the shit
 Cop this, pop this, down with the shit
 Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom
 Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed him
 Guns in the basement, out they have a problem
 Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana
 Function on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker
 Psych ward is ballin', go craze like no other
 Weed steady blowin', pass the blunt to my momma
 Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiendin'
 Faded, faded-faded right
 Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick tonight
 Meet me at the W, and no it's not the Westside
 Stick it up ya Southside (icky-icky, icky-icky)
 Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude
 What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes
 Smokin' weed and drinkin', all the college students loving Q
 We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too
 Oh, oh, luxury
 Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that
 Oh, oh, collard greens
 Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
 Oh, oh, down with that shit
 Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
 Oh, oh, down with the shit
 Cop this, pop this, down with the shit, oh
 
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Oh, oh
 Yo, yo
 Oh, oh, luxury
 Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that
 Oh, oh, collard greens
 Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
 Oh, oh, down with that shit
 Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
 Oh, oh, down with the shit
 Cop this, pop this, down with the shit
 Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver
 Watch this, no tick, yeah, I'm the nigga
 Gang rap, X-mas, smoke, shots I deliver
 Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer
 Shake it, break it, hot-hot for the winter
 Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object
 Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings
 Lovely, pinky how not I remember, fiendin'
 Give me, give me, give me some
 Freak the freckles off your face
 Frenchy, freakin', swappin' tongue
 Click my link and spread your buns
 Lose your denim, make it numb
 Blow it baby, no Saddam, icky-icky, icky-icky
 Fuckin' in the car service, thank me for the car pool
 Chromosome, part full, prolly off a Norco
 And gas, not the Arco, popping since the intro
 You shoppin' from the window, play my favorite tempo
 Oh, oh, luxury
 Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that
 Oh, oh, collard greens
 Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
 Oh, oh, down with that shit, drink this
 Smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
 Oh, oh, down with the shit
 Cop this, pop this, down with the shit
 Hold up, biatch, this your favorite song
 Translation, ven aqui, mami, ese culo
 Tu quieres cojer mis huevos, y papi me desespero
 Chuparse puto pendejo, el pinche cabron
 Let's get it, nights like this, I'm a knight like this
 Sword in my hand, I fight like this
 And I'm more than a man, I'm a God
 Bitch, touché, en garde
 Toupée drop and her two tits pop out of that tank top and bra
 And when I say "Doo-doo, doo-doo," bitch, that be K. Dot
 She want some more of this, I give her more of this, I owe her this
 In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, I'm forgis
 I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this
 And focus, and slow it down, down, alright, let me blow this bitch
 I'm famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror
 Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest
 Watch it, your optics, popping out, you look the weirdest
 Pop my top on the 105, head with no power steering, ah!
 Oh, oh, luxury
 Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that
 Oh, oh, collard greens
 Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
 Oh, oh, down with that shit
 Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
 Oh, oh, down with the shit
 Cop this, pop this, down with the shit
 Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom
 Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed him
 Guns in the basement, out they have a problem
 Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana
 Function on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker
 Psych ward is ballin', go craze like no other
 Weed steady blowin', pass the blunt to my momma
 Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiendin'
 Faded, faded-faded right
 Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick tonight
 Meet me at the W, and no it's not the Westside
 Stick it up ya Southside (icky-icky, icky-icky)
 Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude
 What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes
 Smokin' weed and drinkin', all the college students loving Q
 We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too
 Oh, oh, luxury
 Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that
 Oh, oh, collard greens
 Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
 Oh, oh, down with that shit
 Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
 Oh, oh, down with the shit
 Cop this, pop this, down with the shit, oh
 
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Oh, oh
 Yo, yo
 Oh, oh, luxury
 Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that
 Oh, oh, collard greens
 Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
 Oh, oh, down with that shit
 Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
 Oh, oh, down with the shit
 Cop this, pop this, down with the shit
 Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver
 Watch this, no tick, yeah, I'm the nigga
 Gang rap, X-mas, smoke, shots I deliver
 Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer
 Shake it, break it, hot-hot for the winter
 Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object
 Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings
 Lovely, pinky how not I remember, fiendin'
 Give me, give me, give me some
 Freak the freckles off your face
 Frenchy, freakin', swappin' tongue
 Click my link and spread your buns
 Lose your denim, make it numb
 Blow it baby, no Saddam, icky-icky, icky-icky
 Fuckin' in the car service, thank me for the car pool
 Chromosome, part full, prolly off a Norco
 And gas, not the Arco, popping since the intro
 You shoppin' from the window, play my favorite tempo
 Oh, oh, luxury
 Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that
 Oh, oh, collard greens
 Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
 Oh, oh, down with that shit, drink this
 Smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
 Oh, oh, down with the shit
 Cop this, pop this, down with the shit
 Hold up, biatch, this your favorite song
 Translation, ven aqui, mami, ese culo
 Tu quieres cojer mis huevos, y papi me desespero
 Chuparse puto pendejo, el pinche cabron
 Let's get it, nights like this, I'm a knight like this
 Sword in my hand, I fight like this
 And I'm more than a man, I'm a God
 Bitch, touché, en garde
 Toupée drop and her two tits pop out of that tank top and bra
 And when I say "Doo-doo, doo-doo," bitch, that be K. Dot
 She want some more of this, I give her more of this, I owe her this
 In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, I'm forgis
 I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this
 And focus, and slow it down, down, alright, let me blow this bitch
 I'm famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror
 Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest
 Watch it, your optics, popping out, you look the weirdest
 Pop my top on the 105, head with no power steering, ah!
 Oh, oh, luxury
 Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that
 Oh, oh, collard greens
 Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
 Oh, oh, down with that shit
 Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
 Oh, oh, down with the shit
 Cop this, pop this, down with the shit
 Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom
 Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed him
 Guns in the basement, out they have a problem
 Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana
 Function on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker
 Psych ward is ballin', go craze like no other
 Weed steady blowin', pass the blunt to my momma
 Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiendin'
 Faded, faded-faded right
 Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick tonight
 Meet me at the W, and no it's not the Westside
 Stick it up ya Southside (icky-icky, icky-icky)
 Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude
 What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes
 Smokin' weed and drinkin', all the college students loving Q
 We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too
 Oh, oh, luxury
 Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that
 Oh, oh, collard greens
 Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
 Oh, oh, down with that shit
 Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
 Oh, oh, down with the shit
 Cop this, pop this, down with the shit, oh
 

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Duration
04:59
Key
11
Tempo
154 BPM

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