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ScHoolboy Q - Soccer Dad [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ScHoolboy Q
ScHoolboy Q
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quincy Hanley
Quincy Hanley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TaeBeast
TaeBeast
Producer
Fu
Fu
Co-Producer
Skyehutch
Skyehutch
Co-Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Julian "Juice" Santos
Julian "Juice" Santos
Recording Engineer
Arnulfo “Arnie” Reyes III
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Damn, nigga, damn, oh Pssht, yeah, uh Damn, nigga, damn (damn, damn) Yo, uh Now here we go again, before I had a fam' Was mappin' out everything I wanted, earned what I planned You pussy niggas know about my body, caught my second wind Quit actin' like me and my crew of niggas ain't bring the rappers in Quit actin' like the shit you said wouldn't work, like we ain't make it win Quit actin' like you know me, little nigga, 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, hm Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my dick Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my nutsack Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my dick Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my nutsack Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my dick Damn, nigga, damn Groovy ass, 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 nigga, 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 20-plus times, nigga, I'm not a slouch Never had a problem with niggas I couldn't twist up The big homie, no big homies to politic from The blueprint of keepin' it low and stackin' ya chips up We buckled down, made shit happen, they didn't pick us Death, disappointment and struggles ain't make my backache 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 talkin', so I don't play rap The shit you enjoy what I'm kickin', I'm goin' through that The lame niggas tell us who cool now, where they do that? Tears on my collar, I'm perfect, it turned a new leaf Black nigga, bomb ass 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, uh Get up off my dick Damn, nigga, damn (damn, damn) Damn, nigga, damn (bounce) Damn, nigga, damn (damn, damn) Damn, nigga, damn (bounce) Damn, nigga, damn (damn, damn) Damn, nigga, damn (bounce) Damn, nigga, damn Damn, nigga, damn Damn, nigga, damn
Writer(s): Frederick Hibbert, Quincy Matthew Hanley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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