Ab-Soul

Ab-Soul - Bubble Gum Blues lyrics

rate me

feat. Short Dawg

Just dropped a four, I’m sleepin

I don’t even know how I do this

Know your bitch wanna come with me

I got pool round here we can go swimming

Ain’t no love for these fuck boys

You can save all that noise

You roll your boat up shit’s creek

I roll the dough, start pack toys

And y’all act pois’

Your paper thick still I take your chick

You can’t wait and trick

Coming out the pocket like paper nick

Flow tight till I make it fit

It’s all love till them haters switch

And I’m slo mo, getting so throwed, that I’m pacing it

I’m on an Indiana Jones, cups double like clones

Pistol black as my ancestors

We don’t ride with that chrome

She on my head like a hair dresser

But we ain’t at the salon

So sad, my credit bad, cause she won’t leave me alone

Staying step ahead like a stair master, in 3004

Smoke that og and that master,

Police dousin my door, got these freaks part of my show

First she chose me then I smashes her

Told her if it happens naturally, then it won’t be a disaster

My niggas know that I’ma grind

Till we fall deep in that casper

My niggas know that I’ma ride

Until my ghost blow in the sky

You niggas hustling backwards

For better or for worse, it’s a gift and a curse

We makin money off the bad words

Get money, fuck bitches

Yo fresh, you pick

Kinda my dream, or get in between

I can do both, I’ll prove it

They see the coupe I’m in

Ain’t no reason for these niggas to pretend

If money is the root, call me kunta then

Used to have the 2 for 10, discounts and them stones

I’m pissed off in my zone, got them dismounting the throne

It’s on, my gang wild, I’m from a hood where you can’t smile

I’m just here to make changes piling

I bunks on like james brown

And it’s a man’s world, got my hands all over another man’s girl

Ain’t that a bitch, yeah, life is such

The minus and the plus, don’t place me with the average

You know I’m hazardous, it’s k’s and pre k classes

It’s straight madness, pumpin gas and droppin matches

With your daughter in the baby seat

Can you imagine it, it’s no conspiracy

Every soul take fabolous.

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