Текст песни Ab-Soul - Saudi Sweats

Nah, that shit's crazy though (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
Lo-Burger
I'm, I'm still tryna, I'm still tryna
Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For the record, I'm stealin' Saudi Money whole flow, yo

Yeah, yeah
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This the type of cheese that got my dentist dancing (Money)
I'm that nigga, tell mе why the fuck she bitching at me
Educatеd dummy, yeah, they call me special
I ain't a vocalist, no, I'm just a vessel
And I just put my sugar mama in a pretzel (Yeah)
I brought a army, you just tryna arm-wrestle (Aww)
I'm so important, the flow was imported
GCBB, TDE, check your refs and your sources

If you ain't talking fetty, 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
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The taste level so cold, give 'em two fakes
Got Soul and Doe using Marvis toothpaste (Bitch)
Yeah, and the Burberry boxer shorts cost more than your fucking life
Virgin Mary on my neck with the VVSes, mohawk tee cost a hunnid
The Saudi money sweats cost a thousand, the unusual projects
On my feet is Italian, I bet you never found 'em

If you ain't talking fetty, 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
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Shit, ayy, man
(Yeah) Yeah (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)