Soccer Dad Lyrics by ScHoolboy Q is the latest English song. Soccer Dad song lyrics are written by ScHoolboy Q while the song is produced by DJ Fu, Skhye Hutch, Tae Beast.
Soccer Dad Song Detail
| Song: | Soccer Dad |
| Singer(s): | ScHoolboy Q |
| Produced by: | DJ Fu, Skhye Hutch, Tae Beast |
| Written by: | ScHoolboy Q |
| Label(©): | ScHoolboy Q |
Soccer Dad Lyrics
Yeah!
Damn, N!gga, Damn, Oh!
Pssht, Yeah! Uhh!
Damn, N!gga, Damn (Damn, Damn)
Yo, Uhh!
Now Here We Go Again
Before I Had A Fam’
Was Mapping Out Everything I Wanted
Earned What I Planned
You Pu$$y N!ggas Know About My Body
Caught My Second Wind
Quit Acting Like Me And My Crew Of N!ggas
Aingt Bring The Rappers In
Quit Acting Like The Sh!t
You Said Wouldn’t Work
Like We Aingt Make It Win
Quit Acting Like You Know Me
Little N!gga, We Was Never Friends
My Knuckle Game
My Flip-Flop Too Crazy
I Am Really Him
The Soccer Dad
My Real Life Too Wavy
While I Cheer The Stands
You Little Rappers Go And
Wipe Your Mouth And
Go Pull Up Your Pants, Hmm!
Damn, N!gga, Damn, Get Up Off My D!ck
Damn, N!gga, Damn, Get Up Off My Nutsack
Damn, N!gga, Damn, Get Up Off My D!ck
Damn, N!gga, Damn, Get Up Off My Nutsack
Damn, N!gga, Damn, Get Up Off My D!ck
Damn, N!gga, Damn
Groovy A$$, No Face Killer
That Love To Smile
They Wonder How I Mind My Business
And Still Around
I Got Half A Ticket Parked Out Crooked
They Wonder How
‘Cause The Ms On Me Match My Age
My N!gga, Wow
I Am He, No Face Killer
And You’s A Clown
You Can Paint It Good
But Truth Be Told
It’s Watered Down
Had A Microphone, Styles I Flavored
And Just A Couch
Took It Platinum Twenty Plus Times
N!gga, I’m Not A Slouch
Never Had A Problem With N!ggas
I Couldn’t Twist Up
The Big Homie
No Big Homies To Politic From
The Blueprint Of Keeping It Low
And Stacking Ya’ Chips Up
We Buckled Down, Made Sh!t Happen
They Didn’t Pick Us Death
Disappointment And Struggles
Aingt Make My Back Ache
Pops Never Showed Up
I Thank Him, It Made My Life Great
The Only Child Raised By Women
I Had To Turn Ape
The Mental Of A Black Man Hustle
I Move At God’s Pace
Real Life Pain What I’m Talking
So I Don’t Play Rap
The Sh!t You Enjoy What I’m Kicking
I’m Going Through That
The Lame N!ggas Tell Us Who Cool Now
Where They Do That?
Tears On My Collar, I’m Perfect
It Turned A New Leaf
Black N!gga, Bomb A$$ Babies
I Took A New Leap
Slaughtered Every Goal That I Put Out
And Got A New Reach
Deuce Rap, G-Scrap, Tootle-Tootle
And They Do It Through Me, Uhh!
Get Up Off My D!ck
Damn, N!gga, Damn (Damn, Damn)
Damn, N!gga, Damn (Bounce)
Damn, N!gga, Damn (Damn, Damn)
Damn, N!gga, Damn (Bounce)
Damn, N!gga, Damn (Damn, Damn)
Damn, N!gga, Damn (Bounce)
Damn, N!gga, Damn
Damn, N!gga, Damn
Damn, N!gga, Damn