Ab-Soul, Fre$h - Bubble Gum Blues lyrics
Ab-Soul [Herbert Anthony Stevens IV] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ab-Soul, Fre$h - Bubble Gum Blues lyrics]
Just dropped a four, I'm sleepin' (Drugs)
I don't even know how I do this
Know your bitch wanna come with me
I've got pull around here
We can go swimming
Ain't no love for these fuck boys
You can save all that noise
You row your boat up shit's creek
I roll with adults that pack toys
And y'all lack poise
Your paper thick, still I'll take your chick
You can't wait and trick
Comin' out the pocket like Kaepernick
Flow tight, still I make it fit
It's all love 'til the haters switch
And I'm slow mo'
Gettin' so throwed that I'm pacin' it
I'm on that Indiana Jones
Cups double like clones
Pistol black as my ancestors
We don't ride with that chrome
She on my head like a hairdresser
But we ain't at the salon
So sad, my credit bad
Cause she won't leave me alone
Stay a step ahead like a StairMaster in 3004
Smoke that OG and that Master
Police dogs in my dope
Got these freaks piled at my show
First she chose me, then I smashed her
Told her if it happens naturally
Then it won't be a disaster
My niggas know that I'mma grind 'til
We four deep in that Casper
My niggas know that I'mma ride until
My ghost float in the sky
You niggas hustling backwards
For better or for worse
It's a gift and a curse
We makin' money off of bad words
Get money, fuck bitches, yo fresh, you pick
Hm, countin' my green, or get in between?
I can do both, I proved 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 two for tens
Discount on them stones
I'm pissed off, in my zone
Got him dismounting the throne (it's on)
My game wild
I'm from a 'hood where you can't smile
I'm just here to make change, pal
And I brung soul 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 as
Ks in pre-K classes it's straight madness
Pumping gas and dropping matches with your
Daughter in the baby seat
Can you imagine it? It's no conspiracy
Every Soul Tape's fabulous
I don't even know how I do this
Know your bitch wanna come with me
I've got pull around here
We can go swimming
Ain't no love for these fuck boys
You can save all that noise
You row your boat up shit's creek
I roll with adults that pack toys
And y'all lack poise
Your paper thick, still I'll take your chick
You can't wait and trick
Comin' out the pocket like Kaepernick
Flow tight, still I make it fit
It's all love 'til the haters switch
And I'm slow mo'
Gettin' so throwed that I'm pacin' it
I'm on that Indiana Jones
Cups double like clones
Pistol black as my ancestors
We don't ride with that chrome
She on my head like a hairdresser
But we ain't at the salon
So sad, my credit bad
Cause she won't leave me alone
Stay a step ahead like a StairMaster in 3004
Smoke that OG and that Master
Police dogs in my dope
Got these freaks piled at my show
First she chose me, then I smashed her
Told her if it happens naturally
Then it won't be a disaster
My niggas know that I'mma grind 'til
We four deep in that Casper
My niggas know that I'mma ride until
My ghost float in the sky
You niggas hustling backwards
For better or for worse
It's a gift and a curse
We makin' money off of bad words
Get money, fuck bitches, yo fresh, you pick
Hm, countin' my green, or get in between?
I can do both, I proved 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 two for tens
Discount on them stones
I'm pissed off, in my zone
Got him dismounting the throne (it's on)
My game wild
I'm from a 'hood where you can't smile
I'm just here to make change, pal
And I brung soul 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 as
Ks in pre-K classes it's straight madness
Pumping gas and dropping matches with your
Daughter in the baby seat
Can you imagine it? It's no conspiracy
Every Soul Tape's fabulous