Artist: ScHoolboy Q Album: Habits & Contradictions Song: Gangsta In Designer (No Concept) Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Nigga ain't got no concept to this shit So I was just on some crazy shit like... Yeah~! [Chorus] Bad bitch - long hair, skin pretty, curvy ass Flat stomach - double D's, please be the berkin bag Designer heels - her man's pants how you fit in that? (Hehehehe, yeah you feel me right? Heh) Look at me - Ray-Bans, I ain't tryin to see you fags Jean jacket - different colored pants, I ain't tryin to match Smooth watch - tag and see my ass pop the thirty tag [ScHoolboy Q] Okay I'm +energized+, say my tunes turn her on This ain't +Enterprise+ but kick it boo, let's bring it on I'm hella high, back to back I smoke alone unless my nigga Soul around then fuck it cuz let's blow a zone Now carry on, assume you niggaz need a loan Quit it with the textin cuz and go and make a song My foreign ho, bitch call me a maricon Always rockin shit I never seen or I never known Name grown, overseas fitted Sergio Tacchini shirt, real Grippa slippers Y.S.L., see the logo on my zipper Broad servin me she goin down, yeah I had to tip her Uhh, a-ten-hut! [Chorus] [ScHoolboy Q] #HiiPoWeR bitch! Let 'em know the players here I said #HiiPoWeR bitch! Gimme gangster of the year This for my holmes on Figg and homies on the tier Always keep this shit groovy nigga not sheds a tear Black gat, black whip, no tags on it Face tats cuz for sure gon' throw the mask on it Burner on my lap, nigga motherfuck the cops DEA and all the feds gon' be my murder plot Money cash hoes by the dozen Never started crackin bitches started cookin onions Uhh; now my weed habit always funded And these college broads be fuckin do whatever have 'em flunkin Uhh, a-ten-hut! Yeah [Chorus] [ScHoolboy Q] Bitch say she like my songs, so I do her She love a street nigga that done jumped up out the cooler Young ass entrepreneur In the 40/40 club, trippin like I ain't from Hoover No bottles, no tables, I just wanna fuck you you you and you, yeah they know whassup~! Only one at a time, baby slow it down Just wait up in the front and listen to the sounds She doin all the things you say she say do Swallow evidence her boyfriend never had a clue Stickin to the script like motherfuckin glue Got your birdie on my wood like the bitches from the Lou~! Ohh, a-ten-hut! [Chorus]