Mr. AB-SOULutely - Ab-Soul

What’s poppin' nigga

Hey, hey, you goin' to that turnt-ass party or what?

Oh, absolutely!

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»

She never tell me no, she say, «Absolutely»

How could she tell me no?

I’m Mr. AB-SOULutely

I’m Mr. AB-SOULutely, meet Mr. AB-SOULutely

Yeah, yeah absolutely, yeah, yeah absolutely

«Hey Mr. AB-SOULutely, hey Mr. AB-SOULutely

Hey Mr. AB-SOULutely, hey Mr. AB-SOULutely

Hey Mr. AB-SOULutely, hey Mr. AB-SOULutely»

Yeah, yeah absolutely, yeah, yeah absolutely

I’m in a Lambo now

Big chips like I’m finna gamble now

Paparazzi shootin' at me like ammo now

Never duck, never run, just pull a smile

Woo, woo, look at that nigga

He a multi-million dollar lookin' ass nigga

Hey and I’m sippin' my drank

She gon' give me that brain, nigga fuck what you think

I’mma tell you like a nigga told me

Chase that cream nigga chase that green

Don’t chase them hoes, play your role

Keep 'em in line waitin' to get yours

Give 'em some work, give 'em some shows

Let they boyfriend pay for they nails and toes

Yeah, yeah, absolutely

Black glasses Gucci and the bag is Louis

Full of bags of ooey, I am a d-boy

All that shit right there for me, boy

Ab-Soul, the asshole

The gas-stove, I’m on fire man

I’ve been advertised, but I’m flyer man

I gotta necklace on, but I’m off the chain

Yeah and she glad she knew me

Can I get that baby?

«Absolutely»

Lot of artists out here that’s just out here

Just to say they rappers, you know what I’m sayin'

See us, shake our hands at the video shoots and all of that

You know what I’m talkin' 'bout?

I ain’t gon' call on no names, but y’all know who y’all are

You know they can’t really rap, but they

They always got mixtapes comin' out

You know what I’m sayin'?

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