Mr. AB-SOULutely Ab-Soul
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[Intro]
What's poppin' nigga
Hey, hey, you goin' to that turnt-ass party or what?
Oh, absolutely!
[Verse 1]
I'm in the club with the squadron, mobbin'
VIP section, with VVS diamonds
Shinin' on a nigga like, “Whaaat?”
No jewelry I make a princess cut
Whenever I want I do whatever I want
I get whatever I want, I'm a spoiled bastard
Skinny nigga but a nigga's pockets fatter
Step my game up to the top of the ladder
Put another ladder on top of the ladder
Now I'm so high that the sky don't matter
I know no limits, I go the distance
Status quo ain't co-existing
Soul brother like no brother
No chastity belt that means there's no restrictions
I get up in it and get up out it
And get back in it, she screamin' and shoutin'
Like she caught the holy ghost, call me when she home alone
No I'm not Macaulay Culkin, but I'm pokin'
Hoes like I'm supposed to, give me a stamp
I'm finna go postal on this trip
If you feel the same way get your hands up like
12 o'clock, cause it'll never stop
Yeah and she glad she knew me
Can I get that baby? “Absolutely”
What's poppin' nigga
Hey, hey, you goin' to that turnt-ass party or what?
Oh, absolutely!
[Verse 1]
I'm in the club with the squadron, mobbin'
VIP section, with VVS diamonds
Shinin' on a nigga like, “Whaaat?”
No jewelry I make a princess cut
Whenever I want I do whatever I want
I get whatever I want, I'm a spoiled bastard
Skinny nigga but a nigga's pockets fatter
Step my game up to the top of the ladder
Put another ladder on top of the ladder
Now I'm so high that the sky don't matter
I know no limits, I go the distance
Status quo ain't co-existing
Soul brother like no brother
No chastity belt that means there's no restrictions
I get up in it and get up out it
And get back in it, she screamin' and shoutin'
Like she caught the holy ghost, call me when she home alone
No I'm not Macaulay Culkin, but I'm pokin'
Hoes like I'm supposed to, give me a stamp
I'm finna go postal on this trip
If you feel the same way get your hands up like
12 o'clock, cause it'll never stop
Yeah and she glad she knew me
Can I get that baby? “Absolutely”
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