Schoolboy Q - She Like Lyrics

She Like Lyrics by Schoolboy Q

[Hook]
I’m the type of nigga that she likes
Tryna bring her home with me tonight
Look up in the sky, might see me waving, girl
You get in trouble, they gon’ save you, girl, girl…
Player, player fly away (money, cash, hoes – money, hoes)
Player, player fly away (money, cash, hoes – money, hoes)
Player, player fly away (money, cash, hoes – money, hoes)

[Verse 1]
Ladies show your titties – freak me with your panties off
She heard I run the city – and stay dressed in the finest clothes
So playeristic and groovy, I’m that mane
I tripped and stumbled into this rap game
And turned my struggles into a full chain
No wonder why these hoes good for nothing
Just turning texting into some fucked game
You know I get it, I did it way before I’m 30
Oh, I get it – now I attract to those who’s curvy
Oh, I get it – I’m livin’ what these niggas talkin’ ’bout
She want a baller, a nigga that ain’t in his mama’s house
Knowin’ he wrong, out here sneak-fucking on his mama’s couch
Nigga I’m grown, boy, you keep playing, she gon’ throw you out
See that there ain’t the life of a player, boy, I’ll tell ya
Yeah… callin’ all the ladies
If you sexy and you know it, bring that pussy over here
Yeah… not a square…

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
All my player partners ball, and stuntin’ was our calling
All my soldiers up, but nigga, we ain’t fallin’
I’m gettin’ paper, but I still prefer a blunt
Backwood, that good, and you know my system thump
I’m turning up – my closet be fly as hell, my soul’s burning
Player, play on – this is that shit we’ve been on
I’m at the Rittz with a big body bitch to lay on
Ain’t turning tricks, wrapping my dick, give her a gift…
Give her a ball, give her a spot, give her a lift
See, life’s a bitch, so fuck the world while I exist
I’m drunk and faded, turn the saints to lunatics
Yo, what’s the word?
Yo, excuse me if I slur, but you need what you deserve
Yeah… callin’ all the ladies
If you sexy and you know it, let this player hit you real
Drop it for me, pause for me…

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Sippin’ Hen, no ice, ’cause I ain’t tryna chill
Everybody takin’ molly, I’m still off a pill
Straight up off of fig into a record deal
Fuck paying a tuition, I’d rather pay these bills
Go from bank to bank and state to state, for sure
Two chicks go mouth-to-mouth to make my penis grow
I don’t care ’bout nothin’ but pussy, hoe
So now you buddin’, why you playin’ with that pussy for?
To my players, don’t you hate a reformed hoe
Tryna act like that, my nigga Soul ain’t hit before
She fucked K. Dot, even let Jay Rock
Goin’ nowhere fast in the same spot
Party over here, nothin’ goin’ over there
Yeah… callin’ all the ladies
If you horny and you know it
Get that one, you wanna stare
Yeah… drop it for me, pause for me…

[Hook]