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

Hey, 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 am 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, probly off a Norco

And gas, not the Arco, poppin' 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

Hey, oh, oh, down with the shit

Cop this, pop this, down with the shit



Hold up, biatch! This yo' favorite song

Translation: Ven aqui, mami, ese culo

Tu quieres coger mis huevos, y papi me molestes

Pero chuparse puto pendejo, el pinche cabron



Let's get it – nights like this, I am a knight like this

Sword in my hand, I fight like this

And I am more than a man, I am 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, on forgis

I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this

And focus, and slow it down

Alright, let me blow this bitch



I am famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror

Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest

Watch it, your optics poppin' out, you look the weirdest

Pop my top on the 105, head with no power steerin', 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

Hey, 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 of