Ab-Soul

Zacari & Ab-Soul – Motions Lyrics

Zacari Lyrics

Motions
this track by Zacari features Ab-Soul

[Intro: Zacari]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Zacari]
No need to check up on, I’m doin’ just fine
I’m signin’ cheque after cheque, homie, I’m alright
But every time I go home, I get anxious
And every time I go home, I’m impatient
And at night when I leave, it got me feelin’ bad
‘Cause sometimes I don’t know when I’m comin’ back, nah
Yeah, sometimes I don’t know when I’m comin’ back

[Chorus: Zacari]
I’m just goin’ through the motions, oh
Liftin’ off the ground
Driftin’ like the cloud (Tu-du, du-du)
I’m just goin’ through the motions, oh
Liftin’ off the ground
Driftin’ like the cloud (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Zacari]
My girl, she give me head when I pass by
I’m walkin’ on the moon, yeah, I plant a flag
She gon’ wait up in my room when I handle shit
She gon’ wait up in my room ’til I text her back
And at night when she leaves, she got me feelin’ bad
‘Cause sometimes I don’t care if she comin’ back, nah
‘Cause sometimes I don’t care if she comin’ back

[Chorus: Zacari & Ab-Soul]
I’m just goin’ through the motions, oh
Liftin‘ off the ground
Driftin’ like the cloud (Tu-du, du-du)
I’m just goin’ through the motions, oh (Goin’ through the motions)
Liftin’ off the ground (Uh)
Driftin’ like the cloud (Ayy, man, yeah)

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul & Zacari]
Like five towers on top each other, I’m talkin’ high power (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
God’s rainin’, right now, you’re bathin’ in my shower (Oh-oh, oh)
Stay down until my fifteen minutes of fame (Yeah) turn to my hour
And everything that’s mine’ll be ours
Tourin’ the globe, keepin’ poetry in motion
Full of subliminal shit I do to keep you open
It’s difficult to stay focused
When my mind sidetracked by
Dividin’ your thighs like an quotient
Late nights, FaceTime
I tell you what I’m gonna do to you when I’m loaded (Yeah)
Ha, I’m just expressin’ my affection (Mm-hmm, yeah)
You know what a gun’ll do to you when it’s loaded, ha
They say sex is a weapon (Yeah)
Back to reality (Oh), backstage full of bougie groupies (Yeah)
Venue for the people who paid to pay attention to me (Yeah)
I missed a few of your calls but that don’t mean I don’t miss you
Mami, I had a meet and greet (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I mean, you really think I’d rather take autographs than to go out and eat with you?
Chillin’ in silk sheets with you?
Have some empathy, would you?
I’m a sensitive Pisces and I keep it real, baby
And on the real, baby

[Chorus: Zacari & Ab-Soul]
I’m just goin’ through the motions, oh (Yeah)
Liftin’ off the ground (Liftin’ off the ground)
Driftin’ like the cloud (Driftin’ like the clouds, just like the clouds, tu-du, du-du)
I’m just goin’ through the motions, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, goin’ through the motions)
Liftin’ off the ground (Liftin’ off the ground)
Driftin’ like the cloud (Driftin’ like the clouds, just like the clouds, yeah)

[Outro: Ab-Soul]
Uh
Yeah
You know what it is
Ab-Soul, -lutely
Exactly, right?
Type shit

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Songwriter (s): Zacari, Ab-Soul & ESTA.

Zacari Moses Pacaldo I, known mononymously as Zacari, is an American singer and songwriter. He is signed to Top Dawg Entertainment and released his EP Run Wild Run Free on March 15, 2019.

Herbert Anthony Stevens IV, better known by his stage name Ab-Soul, is an American rapper and singer from Carson, California.

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Ray Vaughn & Ab-Soul – Sandcastles Lyrics

Ray Vaughn & Ab-Soul Lyrics

Sandcastles
this is a track by Ray Vaughn & Ab-Soul

[Intro: Ray Vaughn]
I shoot

[Verse 1: Ray Vaughn]
I aim with a whole lot of hostages (Uh)
Usin’ a [?], I’m quick to block a bitch (Block)
I’m oozin’ with confidence (Huh)
I might buy a continent, uh (Yeah)
The golden child, either way, I’m still the man of the house
My bitch want flowers on Valentine’s Day, I tod her she should start plantin’ ’em now
Never watch Cosby but I watch Bill
All them free lunches turnin’ to mills
My brother in orange, he want an appeal
They openin’ cases, deal or no deal?
My birth certificate say, “Silent Hill”
L.A. County said my bounty get killed
The shit they can’t stomach, who took bad pills?
We livin’ to die and dyin’ to live, bitch

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Had to check my bitch (My bitch)
County cheques and whip (Whip)
Blew a bag in Niemans (In Niemans)
Fucked around and glitched (Let’s get it)
Hot sauce on my fish (On my fish)
New ass for my bitch (For my bitch)
Turnt up off a lick
The lil’ homie just glitched, ayy

[Verse 2: Ray Vaughn]
The lil’ homie got five hundred when he ran it up off EDD
A year later, he back broke, robbin’ white folks on Beverly
All F on my report card, got a list full of felonies
Better learn to choose your words better, that’s the quickest way to put your life in jeopardy
Shoot the coin maker, get it too
Probably bury more if we drew
I be at the cornerstore like I poop
I was twenty-five when I ate NOBU
I pushed through, I pushed through
If I let you tell it, I’m ‘posed to fail
All of the homies are dead or in jail
McDonald’s Sprite, I’m strong as hell, bitch

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn & Ab-Soul]
Had to check my bitch (My bitch)
County cheques and whip (Whip)
Blew a bag in Niemans (In Niemans)
Fucked around and glitched (Let’s get it)
Hot sauce on my fish (On my fish)
New ass for my bitch (For my bitch)
Turnt up off a lick (Ayy)
The lil’ homie just glitched (Man, Soulo)

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Get off my dick, unless you thick
Naked and great with your lips
I got a lot of patience but don’t keep me waitin’, that ain’t it
The roster’s crazy like Haitians, Jamaicans, ain’t tellin’ no lie
Got some shottas lookin’ forward to slide
Linin’ the sandbox, bought your block
Text went green, I thought I was blocked
But I was not, nah, she was up on a yacht
Makin’ a play with an athlete on a team, I cannot say
That’s a hustle I cannot knock, I respect the game, bitch
It’s trickin’ and [?], what more can I say?
It’s another glitch in the matrix

[Bridge: Ray Vaughn & Ab-Soul]
Got it out the mud and made a sandcastles (Made a sandcastles)
Fuck that shit (Fuck that shit)
Before I go to sleep, I check my front and back door (Back door)
Can’t trust that bitch

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Had to check my bitch (My bitch)
County cheques and whip (Whip)
Blew a bag in Niemans (In Niemans)
Fucked around and glitched (Let’s get it)
Hot sauce on my fish (On my fish)
New ass for my bitch (For my bitch)
Turnt up off a lick
The lil’ homie just glitched

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Songwriter (s): Ab-Soul & Ray Vaughn

Stephen Ray Vaughan (October 3, 1954 – August 27, 1990) was an American musician, best known as the guitarist and frontman of the blues rock trio Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble. Although his mainstream career spanned only seven years, he is regarded as one of the most influential musicians in the history of blues music, and one of the greatest guitarists of all time.

Herbert Anthony Stevens IV, better known by his stage name Ab-Soul, is an American rapper and singer from Carson, California.

Ab-Soul – Hollandaise Lyrics

“Hollandaise”
this is a track by Ab-Soul

(Wait a minute)
Same song, new dance
Same song, new dance, ho
Ho
(Wait a minute)
Ayy, man, look

Get up off my dick, let me talk my shit, let me show ’em how I feel, for real
These niggas ain’t ill, they ain’t got no skill, they ain’t got no will, for real
I was ten and two on Central, tryna make my dream come true
Youngin’ from Del Amo, tryna let y’all know just what we go through
I was back to back, get the best of Shaq for a pack of black
[?] is a matter of fact, it was half of half of that
Stopped goin’ to church, like what is it all worth?
What would Jesus do if he was in these shoes?
If Johnny pull up, I’m fucked, I’m drunk
Head restin’ in the trunk, I was off that Jesus juice
Had a passion in Christ, I ain’t need a Jesus piece
Just needed the people to believe in me
I ain’t need a AP to put my city on the M-A-P
Was a fade away from bangin’ the ECC
The OG told me “Stick to slangin’ them ABCs”

On the block, we don’t give a fuck
Locked in, I ain’t give a fuck
Got it in, but I can’t let it get stuck
Ooh
On the block, we don’t give a fuck
Locked in, I ain’t give a fuck
Got it in, but I can’t let it get stuck
Ooh

Get up off your ass, go and get some cash, show ’em you mean business
Go above and beyond, evolve, these niggas so primitive
Left the murder scene, ain’t leave no witnesses
My name must be Abraham Lincoln, bitch, I’m innocent
Life is too short, you should be gettin’ it
Wanna get in this gut, if you knew better, you would
Gotta go hard in the paint, gotta night ride when they call it a day, all work no play
Crank up the ball and the chain, dropped off on all you lames, y’all all in my way
Ayy, they been inflicted by this off top
On top of the injured list, sit ’em in intensive
We knock ’em out like mama say, raisin’ all of the stakes
To win this shit, I, I been addicted, I need hollandaise

On the block, we don’t give a fuck
Locked, I ain’t give a fuck
Got it in, but I can’t let it get stuck
Ooh
On the block, we don’t give a fuck
Locked in, I ain’t give a fuck
Got it in, but I can’t let it get stuck
Ooh

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Songwriter (s): Ab-Soul

Herbert Anthony Stevens IV, better known by his stage name Ab-Soul, is an American rapper and singer from Carson, California.