Ab-Soul

Saudi Sweats
Nah, that shit's crazy tho, Nah, real talk This shit sound good bro, I'm not gonna lie, yeah nigga, I'm just tryna capture this shit, like my nigga slick jackson this shit, yeah I'm-I'm still tryna, I'm st-still tryna Uh-huh Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah For the record I'm still in Saudi, money, hoe flow, yo Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This the type of cheese that got my dentist dancing I'm that nigga, tell me why the fuck she bitching at mе Educated dummy, yeah they call mе special I ain't a vocalist, no, I'm just a vessel And I just put my sugar momma in a pretzel I brought a army, you just tryna' arm-wrestle I'm so important, the flow was imported GCBB, TDE check your refs and your sources If you ain't talking fetti, I ain't having it Letras de cancionesGood, could be better than it's ever been They chase the pursuit of happiness I'm just out here making it happen, bitch Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The taste level so cold, give 'em two fakes Got soul in dough using marvis toothpaste (Bitch) Yeah, and the Burberry boxer shorts cost more than your fucking life Virgin Mary on my neck with the VVS's, mohawk tee cost a hundred The Saudi money sweats cost thousands, the unusual projects On my feet it's Italian, I bet you never found them If you ain't talking fetti, I ain't having it Good, could be better than it's ever been They chase the pursuit of happiness I'm just out here making it happen bitch Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Cough) Shit, ay man Yeah, yeah, turn me up Girl, (Uh) I said the coke's still hit And niggas still hating And niggas still creaming That's why they still waiting Let's get it, let's get it, let's- (Yeah) From Letras Mania