Ab-Soul, Alori Joh - Smooth Shit lyrics

Ayo ayo you see her over
There dawg? yea I gotta
Get that right there man
Forreal, she lookin' right, man
Yeah she at the bar, you see her? yeah I
Gotta watch out how I do this right here
Haha yea

How you doin'? The name's Absolutely
My pleasure to meet you have a seat by me
I know I'm young and I'm up in the club
But they don't ever ask to
See ID so what's good?
I saw you from across the venue, caramel skin
Nice shape, basically a girl that I'm into
I never seen your face in the spot
Get you a drink on me
Have a cool Alize on the rocks
See your nails done pretty
Your toes done marvelous
Better believe it, eyes on your cleavage
Hold that thought
I know that your girls is leavin'
But you got good reason to post
I say we stick around here
For a little while longer
I'll escort you to the crib when you wanna
And maybe there we can have an affair
I know I'm a stranger
But I stroke walls like a painter, real talk
Hop on your heels
Walk over to the dance floor with me
Cause they're playing the right
Song aight ma?
Cause I'm lookin' for a queen like Semi
Lean tight, baby don't stop at a green light
I'm all longs, for example, we steppin'
Your head in my chest
You know I'm suave like the shampoo
And I gotta say
I need a body, an apple bottom
I heard it keeps the doctor away
I mean, damn, hands ridin' your waist
Honestly it's hard to keep my
Eye on your face we can do a love supreme
Coltrane in the background
This is bigger than Ab puttin' his mack down
It's crucial business
Forget about your usual livin'
It's young A, make some room to move
Admit it we can grow in steady amounts
I'm gettin' tired
Just play a bad check if you ready to bounce
Nah, I ain't in a rush
We met just a second ago
And I already got a crush
And I don't crush a lot like Pun
This is somethin' epic
Let's have some late night fun
To discuss at breakfast
My treat, no games, peep the look on my face
Food for thought, get you a plate full
I'm man enough to sweep you off
Your feet like a janitor
All night stamina, blush like Santa
When I buck like Tampa Bay
AB's no rookie, I need those goodies
But you ain't gon' play Ciara, you need me
Mama just do me, it'll be an honor
I'm Judge Judy but hold up cutie
A big buff dude kinda feisty
Is askin' everybody 'bout his wifey
Now he comin' close takin' off his clothes
Like you wanna fight me
You got a man? Why you ain't remind me?
I know I'm in the right mind sober
But you ain't really worth fightin' over
Your man lookin' like his life over
We coulda had a lot of fun
Yo this mothafucka got a gun
Think I oughta run 3-10-4-6-6 dash 5-4-7-9
Hit a nigga any time, you got it
Anything you want from Ab, you got it
You ain't even gotta ask me about it, ma
Hold the fuck up

Hey, who the fuck are you man?
This is AB Gravy speaking
-Hey put your gun down
It ain't even like that dawg
Nah man, we don't play that round here
This is magnificin pimpin'
Repeat after me, magnificent pimpin'
-Magnificent pimpin'
Don't fuck with AB Gravy what?
I'll kill everybody in this motherfucka
Hey put your gun down, man
AB Gravy, for real, OG, Bobby Johnson, nigga