Grooveline Pt. 2 Lyrics - Schoolboy Q

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 Figg, grew up about ten 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 ho 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 

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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? (Will you sell that pussy for me?) 

I ain't asking, I'm telling you, bitch 

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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 ho you clown, I'mma crown two 

And anything good hurts and I cried 

Shit I just don't want to throw it up in my mothafuckin' face 

Or I choose to not do this around you 

See ho 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 hoeing 

But Happy Pimping and Merry Ho Ho 

Keep an eye on bottom bitch too 

Cause that bitch'll run a ho or two off, mane 

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?)